ORLANDA froze for a moment the moment she set her eyes on Oswald, slowly walking out of the kitchen in his usual demeanour, the steam from the mug of tea in his right hand wafting across his mean handsome face.
“Good morning Mr. Oswald,” Helen greeted immediately, genuflecting and bowing her head, facing the ground.
Orlanda was so lost in Oswald's gaze that for that moment, she forgot her manners, she just stared at him, and he also stared back at her. The look on his face was clueless and obscure, she couldn't place it.
Helen, befuddled for a second had to nudge at Orlanda to pay obeisance and that was when she snapped out of her reverie, her eyelids flickering.
“Mm,” she mouthed.
“Greet,” Helen whispered to her.
“Oh!” She exclaimed, “good morning Mr. Oswald,” she said.
Oswald didn
