But I kept quiet, understanding that many people think only of themselves. Margaret, my employer, was kind and treated me with respect. She even let me use her library.
Tris, on the other hand, was rude and dismissive. One night, during a gathering, Tris and her friends mocked me openly, calling maids “trash” and accusing me of stealing. When Tris spilled hot coffee on me and dismissed my pain, I finally snapped.
“I’m a human being,” I said firmly. “And when all of this becomes mine, I’ll throw you out.” They laughed—until I revealed the ring on my finger. It was Margaret’s family heirloom, the symbol that I was her chosen heir.
Three months earlier, Margaret and I had become friends. She trusted me with her library and shared her fears about leaving everything to Tris. Then, unexpectedly, she gave me the heirloom ring, making me the rightful owner of her estate.
Back at the party, Tris screamed and threatened to call the police. Margaret stood by me, defending our friendship and my right. Tris stormed out, defeated.
At last, I was seen not as a maid, but as a person worthy of respect and dignity.