I was a bit scared to meet Hillary. She's going to throw a tantrum because I haven't been home for a while.
I scratched the back of my head and walked to our room.
I glanced around the room as I entered, searching for Hillary, but I didn't sight her.
I checked the bathroom, and she wasn't there either. I went to her formal room and she wasn't there as well.
“Where the f**k is she?” I made my way to the kitchen and met Greta doing the dishes.
“Greta, dónde está Hillary?” “Back Garden sir.” She said calmly and my muscles suddenly relaxed.
I breathed out slowly and ran my hand through my hair before walking to the back garden.
She was sitting in the grass. She spread a cloth on the grass and sat there while gazing at the flowers. My blood boiled when my eyes shifted to what she was
