KATRINA’S P O V
I was still shuddering with the blanket around me when a maid placed a cup of hot chocolate on top of the night stand. I stared blankly at the drink, clutching the blanket tightly.
''Are you okay, Miss Katrina...?'' the maid asked, staring at me with concern due to the state I was in.
I let out a shaky breath, shaking my head. I needed someone I could tell what happened because my heart felt like it was going to explode.
''What happened?'' Gabriela, the middle-aged maid asked again, sitting on my bed, touching my knees.
And then I told her everything while sobbing. She pulled me into a tight hug, and was at a loss for words about what to say to me.
''What are you going to do now?'' she asked, her voice was so soft.
''I… I don’t know...'' I pulled away, wiping away my tears. What was supposed to be a soft sigh turned to be a soft cry.