Dealing with the Mistress

"Vanessa, why are you everywhere?" Beatrice looked at her in the mirror.

Without a hint of politeness, she scooped water in her hand and splashed it on Vanessa's face.

Just splashing a little water wasn't enough to vent her frustration. She glanced at the wash basin, then looked around.

Her gaze locked onto a red bucket next to the mop sink. The bucket was clearly used for mopping, with dirty w