CHAPTER 125
KATYA POV
My jaw tightened. Oh, I had the perfect comeback sitting right on my tongue — something along the lines of "if you don't shut up, I swear you'll be the one I kill."
Not literal. I mean I was bluffing but with what they think of me? That would put them back in their place.
I opened my mouth but the pantry door swung open with the force of divine intervention.
Miss Stella marched back into the kitchen, basil in hand, muttering angrily at whatever chaos she had just survived in there. "Who stacked the jars like this?."
The two maids jerked back so fast you'd think she was holding a holy relic instead of herbs. Miss Stella didn't even look at them at first — she went straight to the stove, checked her sauce, then froze mid–stir.
Her eyes slid to me. Then to the girls.
Then back to me. Her brows narrowed.
"What," she said slowly, "is going on here?"
