The maids cleaned up the mess in no time. They were eyeing me with grins on their faces. They are totally thinking we just did it on that table. And the thought alone annoys me.
I look at Demitry and see his smug face. He knows what I am thinking and what they are thinking. And he likes it. It was dangerously close to becoming true just a few minutes ago, so I need to not provoke him again. I turn away and wait for the maids to leave. I notice how their uniforms are different. The girls who set up the table wear beautifully crafted blue dresses with white collars and lace details. While the ones scrubbing the floor and picking up the glass wearing a simple grey dress as Arianna did. Even maids are divided into classes. How sick is that? We had a maid in our house, but she was like a f
