My lips were brutally assaulted, as I kept peeling them off in fury. Agitated by the harsh slap gifted by my mother, I barged out of the house, only to be followed by George.
I wriggled trying to free myself, but ended up brutally failing.
"Ada, enough of your erratic madness. Now listen to me, gulp down the breakfast and you will be working under George" her voice was stern, yet I could see the change in her expression, which I couldn't decipher.
"Working under what?" I shrieked.
"Not what, but whom. You are going to work under George, he is kind enough to recruit someone like you, so be grateful" she spat.
"Aww.. such a kind person I should say, does know great tricks to bed you forever" I spat back
Being taught to go by instinct since her childhood, Arthea suffered to follow the instructions given by the creatures she has no idea which category they qualify to.
"Get inside the carriage" the lady commanded.
