Cocoa Coffee

Sarah's POV:

I walked down the car when a maid hurried towards me. She collected my bag and jacket and said, "Good day, ma'am."

"Is Anthony home?" I asked curiously, How could a sixteen-year-old girl be hanging out at night with a man on a motorcycle right in front of the gate?

I sighed and scanned the mansion. Countless curved steps were leaving from the entrance to the patio. I walked up the stairs and noticed that the patio had an outdoor dining table.

This was luxurious. I followed the maid who took my bag in, and we arrived at the sitting room. Then I looked up and found a huge balcony, and Anthony stood there making a phone call.

"Should I get your cocoa coffee now, ma'am?" The maid asked, and my lips curled in disgust. Every time I hear the word cocoa, I feel like puking.

"No, but I appreciate it," I answered before looking around. I was lost and didn't know where to go or how to behave.

"Master and the kids already had dinner; I will get the maids to heat your meal," she said, and I sat on the couch before retracting my phone and dialing Elma's number.

After a few rings, it got connected. "Hello?" I said with a low tone.

"Why are you still up at this time? I need beauty sleep," she hissed, and I rolled my eyes.

"But I don't."

"Unfortunately, you are me, so do what I will do."

"I didn't call for this; I am in your sitting room and don't know where else to go. What I should do, eat, and where to sleep," I explained.

She was so busy explaining her skin routine to me for the past two months that she forgot the most important parts.

"Just have dinner and go to bed; don't disturb me. And never call me at this hour; such a stupid woman you are," she cursed before ending the call.

"What…" She called me names and still hung up on me.

Then Anthony walked towards me; he sat facing me before raising a brow. "Are you done receiving late-night calls? I have a thing or two to say," he scoffed, wondering how irritating he could be.

"I am done," I responded, and he nodded.

"We have to attend the gala tomorrow at Kim's school as the couple we are, so you should skip your Saturday parties," he said, more like an order; he wasn't asking for my opinion.

"Okay…"

"It's your daughter's event, so don't say no. At least be the mother you have never been," he added before he stared at me, shocked.

"Did you just say okay?"

"Yes, it concerns your daughter," I answered, and he frowned.

"That's right, my daughter," he sneered before standing up to leave.

"Anthony," I called, and then I thought against it. It wouldn't be appropriate to tell him about Kim's late-night meetup.

"Yes?"

"Never mind, good night."

He kept looking at me strangely; could he tell that I wasn't Elma? "Ma'am, dinner is served," the maid said, and I quickly stood up and walked past him when he held my hand and pulled me back.

"Don't forget the gala," he reminded me before leaving. I got very nervous when he pulled me that close; I thought he had seen behind my mask.

Anyway, I was starving since the last thing I ate was dry bread this morning. I sat on the dining table, and my eyes widened in shock.

I expected food, but what I am seeing is some fruits, fruit juice, lettuce, and whatever white stuff looks like spaghetti.

"Any problem, ma'am?" The maid, who seemed to be the head maid, asked, and I shook my head in denial.

I hope I get this type of meal only for dinner and that breakfast and lunch will be better, so I pick the fork and dove in.

After eating, I turned to the maid and asked, "Could you walk me to my room?" I didn't know if I shared a room with Anthony or slept alone. I mean, it was normal for couples to share a room, and then again, Elma was far from normal.

"Sure, ma'am," she answered, and I followed her upstairs. We walked past a bedroom door before stopping in front of the other, and she pushed the door open.

"Anything else, ma'am?"

"That will be all," I said as I walked in before turning towards her.

"The kids, where are they?" I asked curiously, as the only one I saw was Anthony. Where did the kids sleep?

"In their bedroom, ma'am." It will be weird to ask where their bedroom is. This house is one of the reasons their family is falling apart. Why would they stay in such a big house where they hardly meet?

I shut the door and looked around the room. It was spacious and had a queen-size bed; the curtains were made of silk; and there was a big carpet in the center of the room.

Pictures of Elma were found everywhere. Is she that obsessed with her face?

There were two doors in her bedroom. I pushed the first one, and it was a walk-in closet. I walked in and saw her clothes were organized, and she had left a note on every wardrobe.

"Nighties"

"Work attire"

"Party attire"

"Coffee with friends attire"

The note went on and on; she forgot to mention to me about her kids and husband, but she didn't forget to keep notes in her wardrobe. Why does she have my face?

So I walked to the next door and noticed it was the bathroom. It had a huge bathtub in the size of a mini swimming pool; back home, we didn't have this. All we had to do was fetch water from the tap and use it to bathe.

When I was done freshening up and wearing one of Elma's nightwear, a knock came from the door, and I sighed nervously. I just needed a break today, so who was it?

I pulled the door open and found Anthony standing there; his gaze moved from my face to my toes. That's when I realized I had not yet worn the silk jacket covering this exposed nightie.

I shut the door and wore it before opening it again. "There was no need for that; there is nothing I haven't seen," he said with a sarcastic tone, and my eyes almost left their socket.

"Hand it over," he said, and I was confused.

"What?" I asked, and he frowned.

"I asked you to pass by the hospital in the morning and collect Josh and Kim's medical reports, so where is it?" His tone sounded very serious.

Elma didn't tell me about any reports, oh what type of woman is she?