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"Delilah! What are you still doing? And why aren't you ready yet?!" Jennifer exclaimed in shock, her tone lacking patience as she looked worried and slightly angry at her best friend's delay. Her normally warm features were strained, a reflection of her growing concern.

Delilah, fidgeting with a simple cleaning cloth, tried to give Jennifer reasons. "Uh... I don't think it's a good idea for a maid like me to join the party ..."

Jennifer's patience wore thin as she cut Delilah off, her frustration evident in her voice. "Shut up. Don't anger me, Delilah! And go and get ready. You have only five minutes to get ready."

Delilah sighed in response, shaking her head. She knew that Jennifer's fierce determination often left little room for negotiation. The burden of her role as Jennifer's best friend, as well as a maid, was not lost on her.

"First of all," Delilah began, her voice tinged with exasperation, "it's only six in the afternoon, and the party starts at eight in the evening. If I wan