Xena

I already practiced what I was to recite when Norman came into view because there was no way he wouldn't notice one of his maids was missing. Maybe not immediately, but soon.

My mascara was perfectly laid out as it added some extra length to my already long lashes—something to aid my tears faster.

I sat pacing in my room as I watched the clock. He was taking so freaking long to return, and I was already forgetting some of the lines.

"Honey, she had stolen from me and was denying it, but ...