Viola's Point Of View
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The creaking sound of the door aroused me, from my deep sleep. I rubbed my hands on my eyes, blinking my eyes repeatedly, until the eyes finally opened widely.
I yawned and stretched my both hands.
"Good morning ma," The maid's voice, made me turn my eyes to the door direction.
"Good morning," I replied the maid with a smile on my face.
"You have a visitor waiting for you at the parlor," she hasn't finished with her words, when my stomach rumbled, making a funny sound. My eyes trailed to my stomach and I rubbed my hand on it.
"Okay. Who is the person?" I asked, still my eyes on the stomach, biting my lips.
"I don't know the person, but he mentioned your name," The maid retorted.
'Who knows I'm here? moreover, I don't have any man as a friend, apart from Steve. And he didn't know am here.
''Describe the stature of the man,"
