Alyssa stared at Tiffany as though she were a ghost. There was no way she was willing to believe all what Tiffany just uttered.
“Look, I’m not dreaming or anything of such! I’m dead serious about this. There is a man, the head servant to the prince. His name is Michael. We have met for a while now, and we are in love with each other”, Alyssa tried to explain to Tiffany who was glaring at her as though she have just lost her mind.
Tiffany studied Alyssa for a while, after which she stood to her feet and paced around the room. She had an idea of every male servant in the palace. She knew their names, but none of them beared Michael.
“Alyssa! I believe you but I need you to understand that you might have made a mistake in the name. There is no servant named Michael in this palace”, Tiff
