Looking beyond their facade

"You just woke up?" the butler asked with a frown. 

Rossa nodded and said in a low yet cute voice, "Yes, Grandpa."

The man wanted to rage, but seeing how cute she was, he held back his tongue; "I'm not your grandpa," he glared at her. 

"Ok, I'll call you grandpa butler, how does that sound?" she beamed. 

The old man wanted to chastise her again for acting like his spoiled granddaughter but couldn't bring himself to, so he sighed and pointed towards the kitchen, "Make sure your dishes are ready in one hour thirty minutes." 

"Yes, sir!" she giggled and ran off. 

Other servants were fuming and calling her ugly names in their minds, but there was nothing they could do right now, so they had to endure until they got a chance. 

Rossa finished cooking at exactly one hour-thirty minutes, but after serving the dishes, Brian came around and told her Nancy wasn't home.

"My mom isn't here, so have a seat."