#Chapter33
Crystal
2 years ago
/"Dory! What is this? Didn’t I ask you to cook something fat-free for everyone?/" Insia, my older sister yelled at our poor head maid. I cringed at the high pitch voice and scrunched my nose before making a face beneath the sheets. Actually, this was an everyday routine of Volkov mansion. My beloved sister does a fabulous job in crushing my morning sleep by her high pitched, shrill voice. It reminds me of an awful morning alarm that wakes you up on time but doesn’t know how to shut up until the late hours of the night. Kicking the covers away, I jumped out of bed and darted to the bathroom to finish my morning business. Under the rule of Don Volkov, tardiness wasn’t tolerated. It was already 7 in the morning; I am supposed to be at the dining table by 7:15.
