Anaya's POV
“Goodness! Watch your way, slave!” An outburst from Olivia. Was it me she referred to as a slave? My hands itched to get laid on her cheeks in a deafening slap.
“Watch your way too, imbecile.” I retorted back angrily. Who was she to call me a slave?
Olivia stepped back as if to properly look at the person she just ridiculed with her words. I am a princess and will remain a princess except if I become queen of some place but she doesn’t have the right to call me a slave just because I said I was a slave when Damien picked me up.
“What did you say?” Olivia asked threateningly. Oh! Now, she is angry?
“I didn’t think I asked you for a repeat when you called me a slave.” I rolled my eyes as I tried to walk past her.
She used her shoulders to push me back. “Imbecile?” She aske
