Chapter 59:
Kristina’s POV:
I had tried to set Makenna up several times, but my efforts kept faltering, and it left me furious. What really grated on my nerves was that Bryan had actually slept with her on the day of the climbing competition. That woman—how could she draw the prince’s attention so effortlessly? Even Bryan, who was usually so full of himself, treated her with an unusual sort of regard.
My hatred for Makenna only deepened. Then Molly came up with a brilliant scheme. She suggested we use the bathroom next to the training room, a space reserved for the lowly women after their grueling sessions. When Makenna was in the shower, we could snatch her clothes and lock her inside. In that case, she would have to spend the night with nothing to wear, humiliated and exposed. The next day, we could gather a crowd to witness her disgrace. Surely, a shamed woman could never win the prince’s favor.
My eyes sparkled with excitement as Molly detailed the plan. Without wasting a moment, we put it into action. With Molly’s help I executed every step. To ensure no one would intervene, we placed a “Cleaning in Progress” sign outside the bathroom door. With everything set, I returned home humming a tune, eagerly anticipating the spectacle of Makenna’s misery. Imagining her in a pitiable state made me burst into laughter. How dare she defy me? She was about to learn her lesson.
The next morning I rose early, dressing to perfection so my own appearance would shine even brighter during Makenna’s public humiliation. I strolled with an air of confidence toward the training room. Molly, perfectly in sync with my plan, had gathered the servants and others to witness the event. With a smug grin I led the group to the bathroom, brimming with anticipation, and pushed open the door.
Dunn, finished. You will make a fool of yourself in front of everyone, I muttered under my breath with satisfaction.
But before I could fully take in the scene, a thunderous crash startled me. A large basin toppled over, spilling a wave of foul-smelling water. It was too sudden for me to dodge. The water drenched me completely, and the basin struck my face.
“Ouch!” I cried out. Instantly I was soaked in stench, and a sharp pain shot through my face. My carefully done makeup—my meticulously chosen outfit! What on earth was happening? Where was Makenna?
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Gasps of shock echoed around me as people began to move away, avoiding my reeking presence. Whispers filled the air, directed at me. “She reeks. What is that smell?” “Yikes! She’s awful. Let’s stay away from her.”
I stood there in shock, my humiliation mounting. Covered in filth, I could only imagine how pitiful I looked. I had never felt such disgrace in front of those lowly servants and slaves. It had to be Makenna’s doing. She had to have set me up.
“Makenna Dunn? Where are you? Show yourself!” I bellowed, desperate to strangle that woman. Despite my furious shouting, there was no response. The crowd continued to distance themselves.
Just as I was about to lose my temper, Makenna’s voice floated from behind me. “Miss Harrison, did you call for me?”
