29. Madam Caitlyn

"Can you guess what she wants to say?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Gerald frowned. "I'll tell you what we talk about." Ariana said, tapping her chest lightly. "Later." She continued before leaving Gerald and following the household assistant downstairs to the first floor.

Mrs. Caitlyn looked incredibly elegant in her expensive attire. Even the handbag she held, Ariana was sure, could be worth a brand-new motorcycle. The woman appeared to be accompanied by Gerald's mother, Ariana's impromptu mother-in-law.

Deliberately, Ariana tapped her house slippers louder on the floor. She did this, of course, to attract the attention of the two women.

"I heard I have a visitor. Little did I know you came here to see me. Is there something I can help you with?" Ariana asked skeptically.

Mrs. Caitlyn rose from her seat and approached. Perhaps she wanted to engage in the customary small talk they usually did - cheek kisses and pleasantries. But sorry, Ariana was not from the elegant circles. S