It seemed she hadn't slept well last night. Sophie Sullivan had a sudden idea and stepped toward her.
"Amelia Shaw."
Amelia Shaw glanced at the maniac approaching her and remained silent.
Sophie tilted her head slightly, looking at her. "I have something to say to you."
"Get out of the way. Don't disturb my work."
Sophie had almost forgotten that Amelia Shaw was now a maidservant. She went to the sofa and sat down.
She raised her voice a few notches. "Amelia Shaw, pour me a cup of tea."
Amelia Shaw clenched her rag forcefully, glancing at the domineering Sophie with a hint of anger. "Who do you think you are? Why should I serve you tea?"
"Because you are a servant now."
Sophie hit the nail on the head. "Or do you still think you're the goddess in Thomas Shannon's heart, enjoying the treatment of a mistress?"
All the servants were watching. Amelia Shaw felt as if her modesty cloth had been ripped away, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable before everyone.
