Maisie’s car tires screeched as she stepped hard on the brakes, the servants working around were startled by the loud noise, they jumped in their spot, and one of the gardeners dropped the giant pruning shears he was holding.
She marched down furiously to the front door and slammed it open.
“I need to speak to Dad,” Maisie said glaring at her mother and her sister who were the only ones in the living room. They both looked at her wet eyes and oversized clothes in shock.
“What happened to you?” Sarah asked looking at the trousers that swept the floor as she paced the living room, she pursed her lips, forcing herself not to laugh at Maisie’s appearance, she looked like a five-year-old wearing her elder brothers’ clothes.
“Maisie, whose cloth is that?” Shanice couldn’t hold back her chuck
