AYLA
I paced around my room, the silence suffocating. My fingers clenched the edge of my skirt as frustration bubbled inside me. Elton. How long did he expect me to wait? I had sent message after message, but he never called back. Each passing minute only added to my anger and confusion. What was he doing? Had he forgotten about me?
Brenda and Corazon, my loyal maids, stood quietly in the corner, exchanging uneasy glances. They knew better than to speak when I was like this. I could feel their eyes on me, but I didn’t care. My thoughts were spinning, and all I could think about was how he hadn’t contacted me.
I was about to shout again when the door swung open, and Lucille stormed in. Her face was twisted in anger, her sharp features looking even harsher under the dim light.
“Ayla,”
