Personal Maid

Amelia huffed, folding her arms across her chest. "I went on a date with Carlos from the Moonlight Pack. I've been trying to get his attention for months, and I'm pretty sure he's my mate!" she said, her voice rising with indignation.

"O…okay… so?" Rosemary prompted, glancing at Molina, clearly not seeing the connection.

"And then, in the middle of our conversation — you won't believe this — I let out a loud… well, you know," Amelia muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes darted to the floor, cheeks turning a deep shade of red.

"No, I don't know what you're talking about, Amelia," Rosemary said, her tone dry. "You let out a what?"

Amelia's eyes darted around the room, her face growing hotter by the second. "Oh my word, do I have to say it?" she groaned, covering her face with her hands. "I—I let out a whoopee cushion of a fart right in the middle of our date!!" she shrieked, her face burning with humiliation.