Sarabella's P.O.V.

"Kenya darling!" I yell to my ugly little maid. "Come bring me my make up bag!" No response. I sigh. That ungrateful little brat. Probably reading one of her stupid little books. I turn back to my mirror, fluff my hair a couple times and get up to go find her.

I walk down the three flights of stairs of my mansion to the servants quarter.

There she is. I walk up to her. As i thought she is reading a silly little book. I take the book and read.

"I love you Stephen"
"I love you Gwen"
And then Stephen passed on.

"Awwwww, did your little imaginary fwends die?" I ask in a babying tone

"Hey give it back!" I hold it out of her reach. She jumps up and down trying to get it.

I gasp. She scratched me. How dare she!!!!!!!! I slap her. Hard across the face. She whimpers clutching her cheek.

"Next time maybe you'll think about disobeying me slob!" I yell at her. I strut away.

"Maybe i did hear you and chose not to listen." She says quietly. I whip around

"What did you say?" I say slowly

"Maybe i freaking heard you!" She yelled at me

"How dare you speak to me that way. I am a two and you, you are just a wimpy little six!" I yell.

"You know what Sarabella, I'm done." Then she gets up and walks out. I fume. How dare she stand up to me like that. But then i remember. She just lost her job. She isn't being payed.

"Serves her right!" I mutter and find my make-up bag.

It's in the front hall. That surprises me. But what is under it surprises me more.

I quickly read the letter and laugh.

Soon I'm taking down a man.