"Have you told my son yet? And yes, I am pertaining to the fact that you are his father's mistress," Cinderella raised an eyebrow.
Mary was cooking dinner when she was approached by Cinderella. The latter seems to enjoy every minute of staying by her side.
It was torture to listen to her musings and threat-ridden words. Mary couldn't help but feel like she wanted to hit this woman with the pan. Though that of course will amount to undue violence so she tried to take it off her mind.
She placed the pasta sauce in a bowl and handed it to Cindy. "Put it on the table now, please."
Cinderella raised an eyebrow and did not move, "Tell me, do you think of me as a servant? A personal maid perhaps to do your bidding? Have you no clue to whom you are talking to? I am your luna. I have authority over you."
She sighed and took the bowl to put it on the dining table. As she was walking, Cinderella followed her towards the dining.
