MIKA
Before I could even step into the kitchen, Ayla appeared with her loyal maids, Brenda and Corazon, beside her. I felt a wave of relief, hopeful she’d get me out of this humiliating job. I hurried to her, my voice slipping into an almost pleading tone as I spoke.
“Miss Ayla, please, you have to help me,” I said, trying to mask the desperation that kept creeping into my voice. “Beta Lucas ordered me to work in the kitchen! How am I supposed to focus on getting close to Megan if I’m stuck washing dishes?”
Ayla rolled her eyes, the look she often gave me when she felt I was being unreasonable or naive. “If Beta Lucas has made the decision, then it’s not something I can undo. His authority here is as strong as it gets.” Then, she paused, her gaze sharpening in that way that suggested
