~Serah POV~
The other maids didn't lift a finger because Lydia had ordered them to stand and watch, arms folded, mocking smiles curling at their mouths.
"Why should we scrub, when the former Lady herself is so eager?" one sneered.
"I said scrub harder!" Lydia's heel clicked closer, she stopped beside me, her shadow falling over my back. "You wanted attention, Serah? You've got it because now everyone will see you for what you are .... a servant with delusions! And mind you, as from today you will address me s my Lady."
I was shocked and raise my head, "What?'
"Are you deaf?" Lydia was furious.
"No..." I bow my head.
"No what...?"
"No my lady."
"Good!"
I bit my lip, the taste of blood filling my mouth, every instinct screamed to lash out, to remind her that I too was a vampire, not a weakling. But the chain, my pregnancy, and Jethro's cold rejection shackled me tighter than iron ever could.
