Old Woman

“Dalisay, is everything alright? Is the food ready?” Izabelle asked, coming out of her room and walked into the kitchen where Dalisay was preparing something for them and their guests that would arrive soon.

It has been two weeks already and Dalisay was back from her small break that she was given to go spend some time with her family.

“No, Miss Izabelle. It's almost ready and I'm sure it's going to get ready before they come.”

“That's good then. I'll go clean the chairs.”

“You don't have to do that, ma'am. I will be done in no time and will come to you.”

“Oh really, it's fine.”

She walked to the sitting room to go do her stuff and probably get Rosie ready before their guests arrive.

Well, it wasn't really an important guest but important enough for her to do all of these shits. She had to else she was sure that her day was going to end so badly. The people coming here aren't just ordinary people that she could just sit and fold hands for. They are Marcel’ parents for Christ sake.