She cast a mocking glance at Sasha, who was wearing a white work uniform with sleeve covers and tossed a formal evening dress into her arms. "Put this on. In a family of our status, even the servant needs to look presentable."
Sasha froze for a moment before understanding.
"Juno, when you said you were bringing me home, did you mean to make me a servant?"
"What? You’ve been insisting on meeting my parents, but who do you think you are? Do you think you can meet them openly like someone like Quinn, a wealthy heiress? By being a servant here, you’ll get to see them when they arrive. Isn’t that enough for you?"
Sasha couldn’t help but smile bitterly. Was her wish to meet them only meant in the most literal sense?
She couldn’t tell if Juno was pretending not to understand her feelings or if he simply didn’t care.
But it didn’t matter anymore.
Sasha turned to leave, but Juno grabbed her arm.
"Change into it! My patience has its limits. If you keep acting this way, I have plenty of ways to deal with you!"
Sasha stayed silent for a moment. She knew she was far from home, without any support and had no choice but to comply.