Have you ever felt like a little kid being scolded for something you thought was good but ended up being bad?
That is how I felt in this exact moment. With the gazes of everyone in the penthouse, Tracey inclusive, looking at me like I have been doomed for eternal damnation.
I really don't understand why Mr Estevan was making a big deal out of anything. All I did was cooked food, for them.
So why was he looking at me like he was to send me to meet my maker?
"How dare you?" he says, quietly spelling out each word.
You know you royalty f**k s**t up when they spell out each word.
"I am sorry sir" I say head down
Everyone is quiet including Mr Estevan, I look up trying to understand the reason for the sudden silence. Mr Estevan looks at me, probably thinking of so many ways on how to kil
