The Real Culprit
The pale-faced maid bent her neck in submission to the one in front of her, Sandra whose
intimidating eyes set on her.
Danish with Luna guarding him in his back approached her mother who was standing face to face with the maid who didn't even dare to lift her chin.
"What does she mean, Mom?" Inability of holding his query of curiosity in his throat, he puked it out
"Didn't you hear out talk? I bet you have caught what she said. She just admitted that she stole Luna's box!" That maid jerked up in shock; dread flashed in her eyes.
In a stammer, she confided,"n-no…I-I didn't steal it. It is…." With her sputtering mouth, Luna was getting suspicious that she seemed to be hiding something from her and Danish.
"She wanted to have that brooch as in her whole life she could not afford to buy it, so she stole it from Luna when she was off guard." She shook, the tears trickled down from her eyes.