The maid and the young heir

windows. Amelia, still holding the damp cloth, allowed herself a second. Just a second. She rested her forehead against the f

s. Fountains sprayed water as if scarcity didn't exist. And children... no, not children. Little

a place like this..." she tho

was jus

errupted her reverie. She didn't ha

e of the woman who looked at her with revulsion: Martina de la Vega, m

ed her head

e, ma'am,

, expensive perfume enveloped her like a suffocating cloud. "This wing does

he felt her heart t

an any disrespect. I

t expression of contempt see

. Or do you think you're he

.." Her voi

tina spun on her heels and snapped her fingers. From the end of the hall, Leopoldo, the b

Amelia felt he

hem of the butler's uniform like a lifeline. "Señora Mart

stepped back as if Amelia had

ly, salty. Without dignity, but with all the love in the

fraction of a second. A grimace of discomfort crossed her face, a

then at Amelia. There was a hi

good worker. Punctual. Discreet. She hasn't caused any

her lips. The s

the floor, was

looking at her. "One more mistake, and no

nodded,

fore giving her one last

faded, the butler crou

Don't ever kneel

eñor Leopoldo

omeone so young beg like that. But be

ith her sleeve. Her dignity was gon

break inside. A little more of her

ita, feverish, hugging the eye

ut a window might s

that, it was almost

overty, in addition to hunger, also b

er, her tears burst from her eyes as if a faucet had been turned on. She cov

to beg. But it was either that... or hunger. It was either

he hall, behind a half-open curtain, L

mother, he fell silent. And when he saw Amelia begging, her voice br

p she was still holding, her dirty

embled. Because that girl didn't give up out of

eemed terribly unc

ry. Without saying anything. Without in