While the maids were preparing to leave, Taya stormed into the room. The look on her face alone was enough to make everyone freeze—her sharp eyes promised that the slightest mistake would turn one of them into her scapegoat.
“Who were those who saw my daughter run off this morning?” she demanded.
Harriet and a few others stepped forward with their heads bowed, their hearts pounding. None of them knew what to expect, but all of them dreaded what might come next.
“The rest of you—out!” Taya snapped, her voice rising to a near scream. Once the room had emptied, her gaze swept over the few who remained. “Now, tell me—who amongst you let out the rumor that my daughter was rejected by Dean?”
The maids exchanged uneasy glances, confusion clouding their expressions. No one dared to speak first
