That morning, Carmen was informed about the spices in the store and was rendered speechless.
The senior maids with her turned to each other, lips tightly pressed together.
After a while, they began whispering.
"What? She really brought all those spices when we couldn't?"
"You're sure she brought it and not the residence's supplier? I'm surprised a creep like her can actually be so useful."
"She may be a creep inside the residence and have her way outside. Maybe she's one of those people who knows her way around the streets."
"Right? I've been thinking of that. Hideous people seem to always have a way in the streets, after all."
The door suddenly opened, and Lydia Hayes strolled in with a tray containing a teacup and teapot.
Setting it down, she proceeded to pour tea for Carmen with a straight face.
Carmen turned to look at her, eyes narrowing slightly.
This maid who rarely said a word to anyone.
