Chapter 29. Obstacles

BRIANNA’S POV

Rushing into the kitchen, I reached for a paper towel and tried to wipe the spilt coffee off my apron. Luckily for me, I had an apron over my dress. If not, the hotness could have penetrated through the light fabric of my dress and burned my skin.

The coffee stain wasn’t cleaning off. Instead, it smudged some more. It damaged the apron. And there was nothing I could do about it. Even though I knew the stain wasn’t cleaning off, I kept wiping it. Vigorously as tears of frustration stung my vision. Why was Catherine doing this to me? Why was she treating me like this? No matter how hard I tried, it all seemed to hit a brick wall.

Amid my frustration, a warm palm rested on my shoulder. I turned to see the large, emerald-eyed maid that had treated my lip bruise the night I came back from that cocktail party. If I remembered correctly, her name was Amelia.

“Oh, Brianna,” her eyes softened with sheer empathy as they met mine. “I’m so sorry. I saw ever