Chapter fifty(Humiliation)

Juliana's pov:

Holding me steady, I ensured to keep up with Aria's pace which was very difficult at first till I heard the commotion in the kitchen. The angry scream of Margaret, the hot words she was throwing at my name.

"Where is that fool? The meeting has started and I need to take those fruits to the conference room!!"

As the word hits me, I halt instantly. Aria spared me a quick gaze with pitiful eyes, I swallowed nervously before looking elsewhere. My palms felt clumsy, sweat had already formed in them. The atmosphere seemed gauche, how do I tell her that the fruits got damaged in the staircase on my way to the kitchen? Will she ever listen? I sighed before looking away with a troubled look.

"You know that we can run away if you are not comfortable entering inside there," She points at the kitchen. Following her direction of the hand, I glanced at the kitchen door. Fear crept inside me, I shook my head and tore my eyes away from it.

"Run to where exactly?" I could still hear