"Bitch? Hello?!"
I opened my eyes as I groggily looked at Jacia. Concern was written on her face as the rest of my crew members surrounded her. I looked at them with shock. Why were they all here?
"What's wrong?"
Zarfia looked at Jacia before answering.
"Miss Mila the Marquis has changed his mind and said that we don't have 6 days anymore. Instead we have to set sail tomorrow."
Excuse me? Tomorrow? I looked out the window of the study. The sun was setting. I jumped off of the chair as anxiety filled me. That son of a bitch! How am I supposed to prepare for everything now? What is his purpose for moving up the date? I walked quickly to the door and opened it as I entered the corridor. My crew members followed me as I designated jobs to them.
