I raced back to the kitchen, closing the door
ever so slightly. My already porcelain skin
would be ghostly white by now. I think I am
going to be sick any minute now. My life is a
mess already and now this.
"Olivia, what's wrong?" Elizabeth asked..
"Nothing, everything's fine." I replied trying
to compose myself mentally. It's fine right?
It's no big deal.
"It can't be nothing, darling. You look as if
you've seen a ghost.' She said, walking
towards me. She patted my shoulder in a
comforting way. It did calm me a little. Why
does she have to be so good to me? Why does she
treat me like my mother does? I am so
thankful to her. If it was not for her, I don't
think I would have been able to survive at this
place.
"Elizabeth my grandfather is the guest Mr Hubert
invited.' I
