Who could it be?
When I opened to the doors to see who it was. To my surprise, it was no other than Mary herself. She was still in her pajamas, her hair curled up in these little rollers as her hair was tied up with it.
"So Nanny Miriam was saying the truth, you did come back here." She scrunches her nose in disgust.
My eyebrow raise, "What are you doing here?"
"I should be asking that question, you little wench. I thought you swore you wouldn't be coming back here? Look at you, crawling your way back. What's wrong? Out of money? or maybe Raphael dumped you?"
I sighed. I was already having a bad day and now I have to deal with his step-sister of mine who immediately sensed me as soon as I stepped into this stupid house of theirs.
I let out a forced smile.
"I'm tired, Mary. Don't do this."