Chapter Thirty-nine
Imelda's POV
I bumped into someone as I was rushing back to the garden.
“Mom!” I called out in surprise when I saw her face. “What are you doing here?”
My mother; Lady Agatha stared back at me curiously. “Where are you coming from and where are you rushing to young lady?” She asked instead and I bit my lips.
My hand went to the back of my hair as I scratched my neck in nervousness. “Urm.. I..”
“What’s wrong with you? Do you no longer speak properly?” She cut me off.
I rolled my eyes. “I'm on my way outside, I'm just coming from a friend's room,” My mother's brows rose at the word “friend”. “she sprained her wrist,” I added and she pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.
“What are you doing, Imelda? Have you lost your mind or something? How many times d
