POV: Eleanor
I had truly had enough of that stupid girl called Naomi.
No.
She wasn't just stupid.
She was a rude, arrogant, ignorant b***h whose hair she wanted to rip out.
My jaw tightened as I sat near the window inside my room with one leg crossed over the other.
The evening sun slipped softly through the curtains while I swirled the wine inside my glass slowly.
Honestly, the audacity of that girl still shocked me.
So what if she wasn’t a maid?
What if she was Sophie's nanny?
This was my son’s house.
Which meant it was my house too.
And if I asked her to bring me a cold glass of juice from the kitchen, she should’ve done it instead of standing there laughing in my face like some lunatic.
The memory alone irritated me again.
If she had only laughed, it would have been bette
