Carla
“What the heck!” I mumble the words under my breath and try to rise from Don Angelo's laps. However, he holds me in place and begins to play with my hands. I dare not move an inch.
“Greetings, my lady.” All the servants bow to me as if it's the first time they're seeing me. I can see this awe and sudden reverence in their gazes that are so baffling.
How can they shift their attitude towards me so quickly? And, what's with this managing expenses and everything? Since when does the day-to-day running of the house become my business? This is going to be troublesome.
I don't like the idea at all. With this new responsibility of managing the house, comes more room for error. I cannot bear to have my body undergo any more torture. However, I have nothing to say about this. I can onl
