Milra returned with the other maids that filled the bath. After they were done, Milra offered to help Angelica bathe, to which the latter refused.
So here Milra was, standing outside the bathing room because Angelica asked for some privacy.
Milra did not know if it was a good thing or not. That was always how she felt when it came to Angelica and her demands. On one hand, she was not someone burdensome, but Milra was unsure if that was her true nature or if she simply wanted to torture her by keeping her on her toes.
Milra's mind was racing. She had never envisioned this sort of future for herself. Serving a very cold woman who made her scared with every word she said.
Angelica's calls snapped Milra out of her running thoughts.
"Milra," Angelica called again.
"Oh, your highness, please forgive me, what do you need?" she entered the bathing room quickly.
"Bring the dress on the chest," Angelica said.
"Yes, your highness, right away," Milra rushed.
