44| Breaking Point

Balia was finally dressed up. She wasn't wearing something too formal. She just threw a pair of maroon cotton shorts and a white crop top that stopped above her navel.

Once she was done, she brushed her hair and applied a bit of gloss to give her lips a bright look before she slipped her feet into a pair of leather slippers and went downstairs.

As she approached the base of the steps, she heard voices coming from the dining room and paused to listen.

Senna's voice came first. He was talking in his usual casual tone. The next voice that came also sounded familiar. It belonged to a woman. The woman who had referred to her as a maid. She heaved a deep sigh and closed her eyes.

Was that why he wanted her downstairs? To humiliate her? To remind her that she was nothing but a piece of crap by making her sit before a woman who had condescendingly spoken about her?

Well, she wasn't going to let some woman talk down on her. She continued her way down and pushed the door to the dining room ope