Chapter 50
Piper's POV
“Ma’am, you can't have any more ice cream today.” Lucille, the housekeeper muttered as she stood over me, watching me empty the fourth bowl of ice cream for that day.
I sighed and threw my hands on the couch.
“But I'm bored and tired. There's nothing for me to do. I hate this life.” I whined, close to tears. Lucille sucked in her breath for the hundredth time and I won't blame the poor girl.
That was the sixth…seventh…time I was saying the same thing that day. She had definitely grown tired of hearing me whine.
I could see it in her eyes when she looked at me with surprise and impatience. Like she couldn't understand why I was complaining when I had all that luxury at my beck and call.
But I wasn't even far gone in my pregnancy. I could still work and li
