Yes, as well as TIffany's past deeds.

“Damn window,” Scarlett commented, the crack arced directly in front of the driver on the window before trailing back up. It did not exactly obscure her vision, but she needed to adjust her view to have a full, unfettered view of the road in front of her. She had begun to adjust herself as she said her comment, only to notice a sudden grimace on Tiffany's face.

“What? My swearing bothering you princess?” Scarlett said to her, pulling the car out onto the street, “Guess you not use to other people doing it, with that vile garbage you constantly spew.”

Tiffany averted her eyes down. Of course, the help shouldn't be talking like that in front of her, nothing about what was happening was how things should be. Tiffany was of two minds. The first part wanted to angerly rage at the maid, put the wretch into her place for treating her betters like this, while the second part was afraid of the maid digging too deep into the situation. How she might act, or make her act if she ever found out about the things Tiffany had done to make her life harder without her knowing about it. She had done a lot more behind her back then just breaking her windshield.

“Normally I just listen to the radio,” The maid started, “But since you are here, I might as well let you talk. So you will speak when I ask you a question and you will answer it truthfully.”

Dread spread throughout Tiffany as she heard the command. Oh god, she's going to ask about the window... or the curse... oh god...

“Still think you're better than me?”

“Yes, you are just a worthless servant and I...” Tiffany found herself cut off as the maid asked another question.

“How are you feeling right now?”

“Angry, afraid, outraged, disgusted.” Tiffany responded, her mind screaming at her traitorous mouth to stop and just shut up.

“You are not confused by my control over you?”

“No.”

“Why?

“Because I know how it was done and why it was you.”

The maid looked at her sharply before pulling off the side of the road. Tiffany could feel her stomach begin to churn as a feeling of dread took over her, but part of her hung on to the hope that she might be able to turn the curse onto the maid if given a chance. She could only reply to her, and truthfully, at this moment but she might have a chance at sending it at the maid. When the car came to a stop, the maid looked at her, a considering look in her eye.

“Alright, getting to the how in a moment I first want to know why was it me?”

“Because you are the person I have been meanest to.”

“Really? I've heard you dress down other kids on the phone as bad as me, humiliate your friends behind there backs and spread terrible rumors, what the hell makes me the person you have been meanest to?”

And then the flood gates opened.

“I've broken things and blamed it on you, I broke your windshield with a rock, I purposefully made you stay late because I could, I've lied to my friends that you are a useless slut who only work by flirting with her clients, I stole your phone and credit cards, I knocked bleach off the counter into your bag to...”

“That's enough.”

The look on Scarlett's face was... well scarlet, as she looked at her with a strangely calm collected fury. If Tiffany had such news she would be yelling in range and throwing things, so this strange demeanor from the made scared her, causing her to cringe back into her seat. She closed her eyes, hearing only the methodical breathing of the maid as the seconds started to pass.

“Tell me how I got control of you.”

Is this her chance?

“The town curse, Transform or Dare, was given to me this morning when some nerd named Ben Smith called me.”

Did that count? Was the timer now running? If so, what should she say to break this control the maid has over her?