The Poison-tongued Boy

"Miss, we should start preparing for the Young Master's departure." The maid who knocked on the door relayed the reason for disturbing the little girl who was laid on the bed.

Earlier, Yvonne had completed filling in the ledger with the information that she had received through the letters and even gone to have lunch with her family.

A feast was served for it would be a long period of time before Howard would return home.

Soon after lunch, Yvonne had walked around the garden to digest her meal and then returned to her room for a nap.

Right now, the maid had come here to wake the child up and help her get dressed before Taylor would arrive to pick Howard up.

Yvonne groaned before she sat up in bed, permitting the maid to enter.

As she ran her fingers through her hair, she realized that the length had decreased considerably.

'I forgot about the haircut.' She shook her head as the grogginess from her nap had not yet faded.