Iris's POV
Before my head could process what was going on, the door to the room was shoved open again. Maris, the chief maid, stormed in, her face twisted in a scowl that made her look even more serious than usual. Her eyes darted between me and Amelia and then snapped.
"Here you are!" Maris barked. "I've been searching high and low for you both, and here you are, lounging about like you've got no duties!" Her hands are planted on her hips. "Iris, why haven't you washed the dishes? You think you're above your work now?"
My work? I'm off duty today. My arms still ached from scrubbing Cade's shirts earlier and I don't care anyways. I was serving the punishments and I don't regret it. "It's not my duty day today to wash the dishes," I said. "You know that, Maris. The roster says it's someone else's turn."
