Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

Emelia Astley

Liar, liar. I thought to myself as I sipped from the cup of red wine I was holding.

Why did he lie? Why didn't he tell me the truth? I saw him last night in Cassandra's room and both of them were sleeping cozily like a couple or something.

"aaargh." I groaned in frustration.

"Ma'am, is everything okay?" Mary asked snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I lied, I didn't want to discuss this with anyone most especially a maid.

"If you won't mind me saying but I heard everything you said,"

"Did I say it out loud?" I asked.

"Yes, ma'am I would like to tell you something."

"What do you want to tell me?" I asked curiously.

"I hope this won't cost me my job?"

"No, no, just tell me already," I said impatiently.