Yaya Dolor is preparing another breakfast in the kitchen when she saw Amberlene walking all the way into the fridge to pour a glass of water.
“Good morning, yaya. I'm sorry for waking up like this. I'm just thirsty,” her mind is half-asleep while yaya Dolor is trying to control her laugh.
“How's your call with your parents last night, darling,” she asked instead of laughing her messy hair.
“Mom and Dad were proud of the good news I told her, but still they reminded me to be careful since all the servants here already saw my real face.”
“Well, they have a point. Just like what I usually reminding you of, that would be the same for them.”
“Yeah. You're right. And oh, I almost forgot, Dad wants to send his regards on you. He told that to me that you might scold him for not even calling
