“Bring me Irene.” I ordered.
“I am sorry My Lady, but who?”
“Irene. Bring me Irene.”
The maid, I think her name was Nora, looked at me confused.
“My Lady, I am sorry but there is no one called Irene.”
“Alright. Just bring me the maid who was here last night.”
“I was here last night My lady.”
Alright, now I was confused.
“No you were not. A maid called Irene was here with me.”
The maid looked at me, confusion and fear in her eyes.
“My Lady I have never even heard that name.” Her voice quivered.
How was that possible? Irene had been with me all these days.
I stood up. “So are you saying I had been without a maid all these days?” I asked.
She shook her head.
“I was serving you My Lady.”
I sighed in frustration and disbelief.
“Little girl. Why don’t you call the head maid.” Luc
