JENSYN
I was in the kitchen, helping the maid slice strawberries for a tart I had no intention of eating, when I heard footsteps behind me. It was Andrea. She was always walking barefooted and it made a muted thud. I somehow think she wanted it to be silent, but she walked so fast it was unavoidable to make a thud.
She murmured something to the maid, Ariana, about her plate. I could barely hear her. I peeked over my shoulder and she was already halfway to the door.
“Hey,” I said, setting the knife down. “Andrea, wait a sec.”
She didn't stop walking.
I stepped away from the counter and caught up to her. “Can we talk? Just for a minute—”
I touched her gently and that was all it took to see her recoil in anger. She spun around, hee eyes wide with panic. “Don't touch me. Haven’t you don
