Alvina's Point of View
“Good Afternoon My Lady,” A maid greeted quietly, as I walked out of the room.
“Good Afternoon, where is my stepson?” I said calmly, a smile curling up my lips.
I didn't understand what I was so scared of.
The person who should be worried was Richard and not me.
“He is in the sitting room My Lady,” she responded quickly, showing me to the place he stood.
“Thank you,” I responded calmly, taking a deep breath as I walked towards Richard.
His back was turned towards me, he seemed to be admiring the garden by the front porch.
I didn't speak to him, I didn't feel the need to.
I just walked towards one of the sofas and sat down quietly, crossing my legs and relaxing on it.
“Please get me some caramel tea,” I said calmly, picking up a magazine and looking at its
