I pace back and forth anxiously, waiting for my husband to come back and ease my worries. I have not gone down to attend the dinner because Ann and Andrew have something important to discuss so they don’t invite me.
I think Ann is still mad at me, what should I do?
I can’t leave my room and neither call my husband at this critical moment but I am dying to know what they both are discussing downstairs without my presence.
I look at the food that Miss Celine has placed on the table before, I even asked her about the matter but she is also not aware of anything at all and told me that she had informed Ann that I have got my periods for this month.
Suppressing a frustrating groan, I nod expressionlessly and she then walks away steadily.