Mafia's Little Rose

THIRTY ONE

ROSALIND CABELLO

I can feel my heart thump loudly by the close proximity with Mr. Mikhailov. I have read about this position in novels but I don't understand why his presence is effecting me so much. Suddenly, he takes a strand of my lose hair in his grip while I look at him with wide eyes.

Why is he holding my hair? Is he going to cut them? But that's not a good thing because I love my hair so much.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing?" Mr. Mikhailov asks with his deep voice making me clench my fist tightly.

"Umm, I am just watering the plants." I reply with a trembling voice because he can be very scary sometimes.

"I can see that but I am not talking about that matter. I am talking about the clothes you're wearing." He remarks making me confuse so I look down at myself to see if there's really something wrong with my clothes. However, I don't find any mistake so I look at him with a pout on my face.

"My clothes are fine. Then why are you saying they are bad?" I ask without the still prominent pout on my lips.

"What am I going to do with you?" He asks but I think he doesn't want me to hear that although I have heard it correctly.

"You don't have to do anything with me because you must have many other works to do, while I have my homeworks to complete." I answer with a huff getting annoyed with his non-understanable words.

"If you really have homework to do then why are you here? You should be in your room." He remarks making my eyes widen in realization that he is indeed correct.