Chapter Eight

Spilt Wine:

The steam from the pans on the stove stung her brand. She didn't get a chance to wrap it. Any type of heat made it ache. She had lost the ointment loretta gave her when James tried to rape her. She shook her head as she leaned over checking the oven. She could hear the noises coming from the hall. From the sounds coming from the hall, All the guests had arrived. Laughter and music trickled into the kitchen. She felt angry thinking about how James and her Stepmother must be having a great time. That everything is working out perfectly for them. She gritted her teeth as she felt the heat on her brand again. She looked around the kitchen, taking in the other workers. She was working with four other people who haven't spoken to her since she got there. They were wearing beige colored outfits. She felt a tinge of regret seeing the color. She didn't think it could get any worse than being a beige, that was until she was given red. It was never even a thought in her mind that t