"What is it?" Amelie examined Samantha's appearance with a curious look in her eyes; a silk knee-length robe, heeled slippers, hair loosely tied up in a bun with a beautiful pin. Something that many upper-class women liked to wear at their homes. Something that Amelie wore too.
Samantha sure was pretty comfortable in her house already.
The woman pressed her back against the closed door behind her and looked at Amelie from under her thin eyebrows, lowering her voice to almost a whisper, "Mrs. Ashford, can we talk just for a little bit? There is something that keeps bothering me and it's related to you..."
'To me?' Amelie's bewilderment continued to grow, 'How the hell am I bothering her when I am not even here most of the time?'
Samantha's words sounded absurd but Amelie got curious.
"Alright, what is it?"
