Gina.
“When you are done mopping the floor, make sure you empty the trash and have the flowers trimmed, then do the laundry. If I see as little as a speck of sand on the floor, I will make sure you wipe the entire floor with your fat tongue,” Gwen said scornfully, in the presence of other palace servants who were quietly giggling among themselves.
It was a Saturday morning, and she was all dressed to go shopping, our birthday is less than two weeks and preparations were ongoing for her birthday.
“Hopefully, all this work can help trim down your fat ass,” she taunted before walking out of the sitting room.
It's been over two weeks since we came back from vacation, and since then, Gwen has been doing all within her power to frustrate me by making my life a living hell.
She stopped me
