Jocelyn’s POV “Wake up, you lazy sloth,” Agnes's cold, unforgiving voice wafted into my ears as droplets of cold water trickled down my face. Squeezing my eyes open in sheer fear, I saw her hovering over me, a glass cup in her hand, and a look of disdain planted in her face. “G-Good morning, Madam Agnes,” I stuttered out, as I rushed out of bed. “Do you need something?” “Do I need something?” She mimicked then chuckled incredulously. “It’s seven in the morning and you're still sleeping like a log of wood. Just how lazy and uncouth are you? Did your mother train you at all?” “I'm sorry, ma'am,” I responded, suppressing the urge to cry. “I will go make breakfast now.” “Make breakfast for three,” Agnes sneered. “And put a bottle of champagne in ice. I am expecting a visitor and I don't want anything to go wrong.” “A visitor? Who?” I blurted out, without thinking and she shook her head in negation while eying me venomously. “That's the only thing you know how to do,” She mo
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