As Miranda sat in the maids' lounge with Dr. Elsa Richardson, she wasn't sure if she should tell the middle-aged doctor that she was having trouble sleeping, largely because she thought so much about Master Derrick.
"I am fine, Ma. It's just personal feelings," Miranda said.
"Okay, permit me to examine you then," Dr. Elsa proposed, and she examined Miranda's bodily temperature and conducted other health checks.
"It's alright. I'll invite you to the clinic for a test as well, as Mrs. Luis is concerned about the possibility of you being pregnant. Do you have a boyfriend?" Dr. Elsa asked Miranda.
"No," Miranda replied with surprise, though she blushed.
"There's nothing wrong with having a boyfriend at your age. How old are you?" Dr. Elsa continued to ask Miranda as she jotted down her re
