Retching

The next day, Maggie darted into Janice's bathroom whilst discussing some of the weird cravings she often had.

She was able to lift the toilet lid on time before the vomit flew out of her mouth.

She groaned, then dipped her head into the clean toilet, retching more.

Maggie wrinkled her nose and patted her tummy before attempting to stand to her feet.

She glanced towards the opened door, expecting to see Janice but was stunned to see her maid instead.

"My Lady!" Grace exclaimed, rushing to lift her. "Are you alright?"

"Of course, I am," Maggie murmured. Her head reeled and her mouth tasted sour like she had been eating limes. Despite the heaviness in her head, she took a step forward as soon as Grace released her hand.

But, it didn't stop the dizziness she was feeling. "I just need to…"

"Oh!" Grace gripped her hand before she could swoon. "You need to rest, My Lady!"

"Grace,"

The duo swirled and noticed Janice was in the doorway.

"Prepare a warm tea for the duchess and me." J