"Oh, so you mean to say that this is my fault now?" Nyx questioned the submissive wolf, looking at the wolf who was nowhere close to her status; she felt a surge of anger in her heart. How dare this man say that she was the one at fault?
She said to him, "If you couldn't carry so many dishes at once, then you shouldn't have done it! How could it be my fault? Do you even know the price of this dress that I am wearing? You can't even afford it even if you save every penny of your salary!"
"Please forgive me," said the man. He beseeched her on his knees as he reached out to hold her skirt, only for Nyx to pull it away from his hands. She snapped, "I have enough filth on my clothes without you touching me!"
Nyx was about to say something more, but then she heard the sound of footsteps and raised her head just in time to see Inez, who was looking at the sight in front of her with a confused look on her face.
"Good morning, Inez." Nyx smiled at her, even though she was a mess.
