Julia
I pushed the doors open glaring at the maids who held their heads down, trying their best not to look up at me.
They really have the nerve to talk behind my back, and honestly, I wish to pull their tongue out so that they wouldn't talk about me or anything again.
But I can't do such a thing, as this pregnancy restricts me. I need to be the perfect mother for the unborn child, with no ill intentions.
"Are my clothes ready?" I ask, and one of them nods, replying to me, still looking down at the floor.
I move towards the bed and notice the clothes spread over the bed. I reach over to grab the clothes and the maids stood behind me to help me dress.
There is no reason for me to reject their help, to be honest carrying this baby is very difficult, I was in no place to reject any help.