What should I do
Hazel found herself in yet another lavish room, adorned with opulent furnishings that echoed the grandeur of Francisco's mansion.
The maid, devoid of any expression, opened a closet, revealing an array of dresses.
The maid's response, delivered in a robotic manner, provided little insight.
Hazel scrutinized the maid, her gaze traveling from top to bottom. Something about the maid's demeanor struck her as odd, but before she could delve deeper, the girl handed her a dress.
Maid
That’s none of your business
The maid retorted, attempting to assist Hazel in changing.
Hazel, with an arched brow, stepped back, refusing the maid's help.
Maid
I am helping you to dress
The maid halted, looking at Hazel in silence. After a brief moment, she retraced her steps towards the door. Just before closing it behind her, she left Hazel with a cryptic message
Maid
Please do it quickly. Master doesn’t like to be late.
The girl closed the door, and Hazel took a deep breath, sinking onto the bed. She covered her face with her hands, contemplating her next move.
For a moment, I thought he had figured me out.
Hazel's mind raced with conflicting thoughts. The unsettling feeling of Francisco's inappropriate touch lingered in her thoughts.
I can't work with him anymore.
Hazel hesitated, her mind torn between her discomfort and the necessity of finishing the duties.
With determination, Hazel lowered her hands, clutching the bedsheet tightly. Her expression shifted, revealing a stronger, more resolute version of herself.
He was touching me so weirdly.
Hazel acknowledged the inappropriate behavior but also acknowledged her own strength.
Despite her reservations, Hazel decided she couldn't let this incident deter her. She stood up and walked toward the mirror.
As she moved the nightie's strap from her shoulder, Hazel's gaze fell on the mark Francisco left on her collarbone the previous night.
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