Primrose was dazed as she sat across the dining table with Sandra. She had no idea how it happened, but she got too carried away watching her from outside the prayer room. The lady of the house somehow caught sight of her. And now, they were sipping hot chocolate amid the unnerving silence filling the air.
“Sleeping late won’t be good for your health,” Sandra broke the ice and took a sip from the cup she was holding. “After you finish this, you should try and sleep again.”
“Y-yes, Ma.”
She pressed a hand to her nape and tried to smile. Although they ended on a good note the last time they talked, she wasn’t sure if she could act comfortably around her after the problem Wilson caused for this family. In reality, the doubts surrounding her marriage with Sander would hurt their company
