Dana POV
"Damnit what is wrong with me" I muttered, scowling to myself.
It was like I lost my mind whenever Hunter dared to speak Sandra's name let alone defend her actions. I knew it was my own insecurities surging to the surface but it was infuriating how he couldn't seem to see how truly evil she was. Wasn't the fact that she was willing to become engaged to a person like Trevor just another indication of how truly horrible she was? I sighed, feeling as though I had overreacted, and bit my lip, turning to head back downstairs, only to halt in my tracks as I saw the maid sobbing on the ground while Hunter and Lionel towered over her. I tried to wrack my brain, struggling to remember her name. She was young but friendly enough. I had occasionally greeted her on the way into the kitchen
