Her POV
“Ms. Rizonde, please take a seat,” she said after I came in.
I sat at the couch in front of the Head. “Why did you call me, Ms?” I ask as soon as I take my seat. She chuckled and leaned comfortably on her seat.
“You’re like your mother when she’s young as you” she stated. I creased my forehead. I came here knowing she wants to talk to me about something else. But this? Is she kidding me?
I raised a brow, “You know my mother” I want to ask her why but instead I confront her.
“Yes. And I know that you’re not the Naiah they know” what the hell is she saying?
“What are you talking about? Are you aware that you’re already invading my privacy, Head Mistress?” I asked her sarcastically. She seems not affected by my sudden question.
“You’ve grown up just fine. If your mother is sti
