Handled
The black-haired one glared at Anastasia before she opened her mouth to speak.
"How dare you slap her?" She demanded as she stared down at her, her eyes spouting fire. "Just wait for Xavier to come back. I will tell him everything that you just did," she threatened while trying to console her friend.
Anastasia's lips curved into an unexpected smile, her eyes gleaming with a lightness they hadn't anticipated. The maids exchanged puzzled glances at each other, having expected for a storm of sadness or fury.
"I would love to see how that turns out for the both of you," she replied calmly, patiently waiting for their next action as they fumed.
In a fit of annoyance, the brown-haired maid grabbed the plate of food and dumped it all over Anastasia.
Anastasia gasped, surprised by the actions of the maid. She had never expected the servant to do such a thing. Her clothes were covered with food.