I crane my neck to look at her brazen grin and I deliberately keep a blank expression on my face.
"Did you just laugh at me?" I ask slowly, my youthful voice quivering a little.
The maid lowers her hand from her face and just smirks down at me. She is taunting me, her left brow raised. The maid is Janice and she is very clean. Too clean. There is no dirt under her nails, her hair is neatly done, and her shoes do not carry the same wear and tear as other maids. It's almost as if she doesn't do any work here. Perhaps she bullies other maids into doing her work for her. When you're popular or pretty enough, it is easy enough to get away with. I saw enough of that occur throughout my life, though thankfully never to me.
