Elena
“Miss Elena!”
Miss? Who were they calling miss?
The loud knocks on the door terrified me so much, I had nearly slipped myself in the bathroom. I wrapped a towel around my body and ran to the door. Waking up in a new home was still a lot to get used to.
“Yes, yes—I’m here!” I opened the door. The maid in front of me looked from the towel around my body to the wet floor. “Yes,” I cleared my throat.
“Y-yes.” The maid frowned. “We’re ready to serve you your breakfast. Where would you like to eat?”
Did they make me breakfast?
“Where would I like to eat?”
I noticed a slight hint of annoyance in the maid’s eyes, covered with a fake smile. “The dining room, the ballroom, garden—“
“Oh, the backyard will do!” I nodded awkwardly. I was always the one taking care of my dad, but this tim
