Prisca's POV
“Miss, please consider this decision once again,” Martha begged while helping me to comb my hair.
“This is not an inadequate decision, Martha. Rather, it will help me escape from this tedious boredom as well as it will aid me to find little income,” I stated, flashing her a warm smile.
Martha let out a sigh. Then she put the comb on the table, looking at my hair attentively again.
“Still, a lady is working for money! It’s not acceptable, miss. Lady Sheridan will scold me if I let you work,”
I surveyed myself in the mirror and turned to her.
“I will explain it to Lady Sheridan and my mother.”
Martha shook her head helpless manner as if she wants to cry. Then she mused something to herself.
“Martha, I want you to look after Lord Theodore until I come. I will come before
