I don't know for how long I'd remained in this posture as I didn't check the time before now. A girl in her late twenties walks in, dressed in a maid uniform, a blue-check apron under her knee-length gown and a beautiful headscarf on her head, her brown hair from what I can see from the front is tied into a big bun. I raise my head slowly and gradually, she didn't even knock before coming inside. Oh my goodness! I thought I was a princess, Williams' Princess who is always treated with great honor back at the Regal City Pack.
"Hey, I'm Clara Moore." She says with a slight smile.
"Hey," I reply with disinterest, resuming my former posture, head inside my laps. I'm like a prisoner held hostage now, I have no course to reply her with a smile or a sweet face. I want to raise up my voice and
