Chapter 1: omega
Olivia's POV
"Wake up, Olivia," Mom's voice echoed in my sleep.
I groaned, pulling the blanket over my head. "Five more minutes, Mom."
"We don't have any more minutes," she snapped, shaking my leg with a force that made it impossible to ignore. "Get up now, or we'll be late."
"Mom," I groaned in frustration, slowly forcing my eyes open.
"Don't tell me you still want to sleep," she said, standing at the foot of my bed, her hands placed firmly on her hips as she tapped her foot impatiently on the tiled floor. "Other servants are already up doing their duties, but you are still sleeping? Do you want us relieved of our duties?" Mother snapped angrily at me.
I sighed heavily, tossing the blanket aside as I dragged myself out of bed. "I'm up, I'm up," I muttered, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
"Anita is staying in the pack house for the weekend, and she has asked that you be the one to attend to her until she leaves," Mother announced, and my frown deepened. "Why me? Out of all the servants, why do I have to be her personal maid?"
"Don't start," Mom said firmly, shoving me toward the bathroom. "Get moving. There's no time for complaining."
I stomped to the bathroom, muttering under my breath as I turned on the tap.
The thought of spending the day attending to Anita made my stomach churn.
Anita and I were born on the same day, which was why we were close in the first place. Once, she had been my best friend. We'd grown up together, running through the forest, sharing secrets, and dreaming of our future.