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(Clara's P.O.V.) "You did what? You air-dried my favorite dress? Are you f*****g stupid? Do you know how much it costs? It is worth more than your petty life!" I yelled on the phone. On the other end is our stupid Omega maid from the mansion. She's been making my head painful since the moment she stepped a foot in our house. She can't do a single task right. She had one job, and that is to wash my dress, but she still f****d it up. I guess, that's just a hereditary illness of disgusting Omegas. They are born in this world as failures; will live their short lives in this world with a bunch of failures; and will die and leave the world as a failure. All they contribute in this world is failure. They make the world balance. I didn't bother listening to her nonsense explanations, and just d