It was at that moment that the real maid walked in. "Mrs. Wellington?" the non-foreign maid asked, confusedly. "What are you doing?"
Now it was Angela (or rather Angelique) who was confused. Who was this woman? Did Madame Connors hire another maid? Deeper within her mind, Mrs. Wellington knew that she felt confused and knew that she finding the maid unfamiliar, but she wasn't unfamiliar. She was her maid. But as time went on, it was harder and harder to remember that. She still didn't know what was happening, but it felt like she was losing herself. Like she was becoming someone else.
"Who are you?" Angelique asked the maid.
