Lucia pov
“How can they just come to me and expect me to believe whatever they say?” Yes, it has been hours now and I have not been doing any single work. They’ve changed my room from the usual slave quarters to now one of the concubines quarters, I guess, because I could not understand why I was taken to a better and higher grade.
That was actually none of my business because I don’t really care much. I just want to be out of this place as soon as possible, because I don’t want to be forcing anything. And I know that Madame Betty is aiming at something for saying that I am now privileged and in a higher position. “It makes no sense to me.” I don't even care now. I am not allowed to eat in the kitchen with the meat anymore. They seemed to be acting so awkward, and they had given me a sp
