"By the next two weeks, I would be able to finish your tuxedo," I said to Desmond when we were having a morning meal on the balcony. Again.
Actually, he threatened me again to eat with him for one week straight which was why I have no choice but to obey or he would inform Madam Ibanez of my disobedience.
"We will be leaving. You are going to come with me today," he said, ignoring my statement earlier as he wiped his mouth.
"What?" I looked at him, creasing my forehead as I finished my meal. "But I need to finish..."
He butts in. "Why every word I say you keep on questioning them, Seraphina?" he said. His tone smeared with a coldness that sent shivers down my spine.
He was trying to intimidate me. But I knew better how to fight him back, I guess.
"Because what you are saying is always
