#Chapter81
Phoebe Point of View
One month...
One month, thirty days of time has proved me wrong to think bad about Mrs. Clara. I thought she has some hidden agenda to take me in. I thought she was just like everyone else but the way she was all these days reassured me a little about her.
The day I woke up in the unfamiliar room and had conversation with Mrs. Clara, I was forced to eat and take medicines by Mrs. Jones.
Two days of forced rest, I was ordered by Mrs. Clara, who I came to know as the lady of the mansion I was, to learn few basic delicacies of the family and was also assigned the duty of cleaning.
My pay was not bad considering the food, clothing and shelter is already taken care.
But in all those days if there was something that saddened me even more is... I'm not happy.
