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Penelope took the hairbrush, her eyes narrowing slightly as she scrutinized Laura’s face. “Uh... thank you, Laura,” she said slowly. “It's...understandable. Just make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

Laura nodded, sporting a respectful smile. “Of course, Miss Penelope. It won’t happen again.”

As Laura turned to leave, Penelope’s mind raced. The hairbrush had been in Laura’s room. It was possible she had mistaken it for her own, but something about the situation didn’t sit right with her. She glanced down at the hairbrush, turning it over in her hands. It was unmistakably hers, a gift from a friend, and she knew Laura’s claim of having a similar one could be true, but it felt too convenient.

Her's has been in her room all the while, how the fuck did the maid see it and even had the chance to mistake it for her's.

Penelope placed the hairbrush on the coffee table and leaned back, watching as Laura continued her journey to the kitchen. The maid’s calmness, her efficiency, even her politene