Lyla
"What?" my eyes widened as my heart began to pound again. "What did you say?"
"That table is asking for you and Mrs Grayson," Sarah repeated eyeing me strangely. "Are you fine though, you…"
"Why?" Nanny cut her off, "What do they want?"
Sarah shrugged, clearly just as puzzled as us. "They didn't say. They insisted I call the manager and also ask Lyla to come."
I and Nanny exchanged worried glances, both of us feeling a knot of unease settling in the pit of our stomachs.
"Why are we even afraid?" Nanny scoffed speaking in our native tongue as she leaned towards me. "It's not like we did anything and you don't have to worry either, they don't seem like they're from Blue Ridge."
I nodded, I wanted to tell her about the weird feelings I have been getting by just staring at both men but I pushed it aside. We had a business to run, after all.
