=-Dale’s POV=-
The next day, I woke up with a headache. I immediately called Amber but she didn’t seem to hear me, so I went downstairs even though my head felt like it was going to split open from the pain.
When I got to the kitchen, I didn’t see her, and it looked like she didn’t cook anything. When I looked up at the wall clock to check the time, I frowned because it was already late. It’s almost eight in the morning but she hasn’t shown up in the kitchen yet.
“Amber!” I shouted for her name as soon as I reached the maid’s quarter. “Amber, where are you?” I screamed again then I definitely heard a soft rustling inside her bedroom as if she has just woken up.
Then, she opened the door.
“What took you so long to open the damn door, Amber? Do you know what is it now? It’s later and ye
