CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

“Madame, she’s here again,” our maid inform me. I put the magazine I’m reading and looked at her. She immediately looked down.

“Didn’t I told you and the guards not to let her in?”

She nodded. “Madame, she’s so stubborn. The guards are thinking of dragging her out but Ma’am Almira stopped them.” She informed me.

I nodded and heaved a heavy sigh. “Hey, Alvin, can you talk to Molly? Say that I’m still asleep.”

Alvin hesitated at first but I looked at him sharply. He scracth the back of his head then walked away. I sip on my wine then I heard Dulce’s laughter.

“What’s funny?” I asked.

She stopped laughing and then looked at me. “Nothin’. It’s just that Alvin is so under to us, you and me.”

I chuckled. “Perks of being an older sister.”

I heard Almira cleared her throat. “Ehem, you&rsq