It Is Mrs. Kaden
I shouldn't have come. I should have jumped through the window, broken a bone or two, and run away as fast as possible. This is torture, I shouldn't have come.
Looking from my mother to Petra on the other end, I am surprised that my mother has not seen how uncomfortable I am at the moment. Why is everyone here? I thought it was going to be me, my parents, Belinda and Mrs. Kaden maybe.
Okay, no offense to Pete and Petra and Mrs. Kaden's son, but when my mother said I needed to come down for dinner, she didn't mention that they will all be here.
Mrs. Kaden's son never stays, he will come and say hi and leave, I can't recall a day he stayed and spent a night here. I remember Mrs. Kaden used to complain about it and he had explained to her that he didn't like staying either in the guest room or servants' quarters.
"Too proud, uh?" Mrs. Kaden had said.