Before Willow could respond, Mistress Brigitta strode across the room and slapped her hard across the face.
Willow was speechless. She’d been hit by her Mistress before, but never without warning or so violently.
>What does that woman think she’s doing?< Val asked in an incredulous voice. Willow ignored Val and focused on the angry woman in front of her.
“How dare you steal the glory that should have been for my children? You little backstabber!” Mistress Brigitta said scathingly.
“I didn’t –”
“Don’t speak,” Mistress Brigitta said, cutting Willow off. “I have treated you well over the last twenty years and this is how you repay me? By claiming to have found the Diviana. By stealing clothes from someone far more superior than yourself. By lying. You make me sick.”
“But I’m not –”
“I should have known that you would ruin this day for my family,” she continued, not caring about what Willow had to say. “You never could let anyone else into the limelight. It was always about you, you, you.”
“That’s not true, Mistress –”
“You have disgraced my entire family and yourself with this incident. My children deserved the attention you received today. Not you, you little nothing,” Mistress Brigitta said. Willow felt anger pouring off of her like sheets of rain.
>Why are you letting this plebian talk to you like that? Stop her!< Val demanded.
“Because of your actions, you will leave and never return. Don’t come to my home or the village again. And never contact my family. We have a lot of work to do to rise above the dishonor you have bestowed upon us.”
“Leave? But you’re my family!” Willow cried, more shocked than she had ever been before.
“If you really did find the Diviana, then you are no longer a slave and I have no use for someone who isn’t a slave. You are not family! You never were! Leave my sight at once!”
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