Chapter Thirty-eight
Third Person Pov
Anya laughed softly at something a servant had told her, finding the servants in the Manor to be quite refreshing and different from what she was used to back at her house.
Shaking her head, she waved at him to stop speaking so she could calm herself down and for three minutes, she continued laughing loudly because anytime she tried to stop, she recalled what he had said and continued.
“Oh dear, you guys are so damn hilarious!” She exclaimed, her eyes shining and some of them blushed as if she had just complimented their face or hair.
A servant was working on her hair right now and she was quite invested in seeing the end results because she had never met anyone who could tame that hair if it was a saloon.
But she dislikes a saloon, they make u
