CHAPTER 42

She hung up and put the phone on the bed. She looked at her clothes again and felt that it was her husband that had gone to this length. Did it mean that he had been preparing for it this whole time?

She was supposed to be leaving in less than two hours and didn’t want to spoil her clothes so she left her room and went to the sitting room and she switched on the TV. She wasn’t expecting to see herself on TV again.

The reporters had managed to find themselves rooted at the places she was going to be donating the winter clothes and the food. News really travelled very fast.

One of the maids whom she keeps on forgetting her name came in with a plate of grapes.

“Hey what was your name again?” she asked her.

“Portia.”

“Okay, I hope I won’t forget it this time. How old are you?”

“I’m eighteen,” she said.

“You are quite young but I like you,” she said