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Anaya's POV The flour poured on her. “What the — how dare you!” Olivia stood up in rage and my eyes widened. I burst into laughter when I saw Olivia’s face. Her body was plain white. Her hair, everything was stained with the flour, down to her lashes. Jesus Christ! Even the other maids that were present also started laughing, not so loud or they were dead meat. “Why are you laughing? What is so funny?” Olivia roared and I covered my mouth with my hands. Did I just implicate Billie with my laughter? Wait! Did Billie intentionally do that or was it actually a mistake? “I will kill you with my bare hands,” Olivia yelled. Before I knew it, she already landed a slap on Billie’s face. Billie’s eyes widened and every other person in the room gasped. “Why did you slap me?” Billie asked, her