"What?"
Vivienne blinked hard, staring at Mireille like she'd just asked her to lick a boot or something worse.
"No fucking way. I'm not going to do that," she said, pointing her finger like she was swatting the air.
Delphine rolled her eyes, folding her arms with a smirk. "Madame, I told you she wouldn't do it, but you never listen."
Vivienne raised her eyebrows at her. "You want me to pretend to be a maid? A fucking maid?" She stood up from the chair so fast it creaked. "You want me to clean shit? Scrub floors? Wear one of those ugly-ass black uniforms with white aprons like some old sad spinster?" She looked disgusted. "Absolutely not. Hell no."
Mireille stayed calm, sitting straight with her gloved hands folded in her lap. Her red lipstick didn't move an inch as she said, "I know you don't like it, but that's the plan."
