Chapter 18

The other maids waved their hands in panic. "Keep your voice down! Ms. Fuller is upstairs. Don't let her hear you!" "I don't care!" Holly scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. "Ms. Fuller? More like Miss Vixen! How else could she have bewitched Mr. Lawson Senior, leaving Ms. Kayla behind and insisting on having her as the future Mrs. Lawson?" As she vented her frustrations, she didn't notice the fine white powder falling from above. A speck landed right in her mouth. She spat, tasting something bitter but finding nothing. It was probably just dust, she thought, ready to continue her tirade against Felicia when one of the other maids pointed at her in horror. "Why is your face suddenly so swollen?" "What?" Holly opened her mouth to retort but found she couldn't. Realizing something was off, she rushed to find a mirror. What stared back was a face so swollen it looked like a pig's head. A shrill scream escaped her lips. What had happened to her face? Her lips were puffed up