Sophia’s POV
It’s been only two days since they left and the mansion feels empty without them. I’m surrounded by maids and I still miss them. I even miss my mother’s never ending yapping and complaints.
Its almost evening now and I can just imagine what would have been going on if they were here. I’d have finished a book and would be getting ready for my routine evening walks.
My mother would probably be in the kitchen right now yelling at some poor maid about dinner.
My mother is a perfectionist, not just a perfectionist but a scary one. She becomes a monster during the couple of times that she decides she wants to participate in food preparations, the maids scurry around like headless chickens heeding to her every instruction and trying to please her. And of course during house re
