60_I hate you, Ranella Whitlock!
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Beatrice POV
"Hi, Mr.Whitlock where's Ranella?" I asked, entering the Whitlock's mansion while carrying a covered tray of baked shortcakes.
"Oh, welcome Beatrice, she went out for a while, she should be back any minute," He replied checking the time.
"Okay, I brought you guys some of my mom's shortcakes, I'll just put them in the kitchen," I said with a smile.
"You go ahead dear, Esther should be in the Kitchen," Mr. Whitlock said as he returned to reading his papers.
"Hi Nanny Esther, how are you?" I asked the old woman who was in the kitchen slicing some onions.
"Am fine my dear, how are you?" She asked with a warm smile.
"I feel Great," I replied, putting the tray down on the counter and taking an apron from the hanger.
"You shouldn't be doing that, let me help you," I said, trying to take the knife from the old lady but she was adamant on not giving it to me.