CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE - My maid is fiery
"Where have you been?!" Cene cried, and I apologetically held up a hand and sneezed. "My lady!" Cene repeated, now frowning perpetually. "Uhm… sorry. I just… got lost. But it was fun!" I said, wiping my nose as I sneezed again. Cene frowned. "Whats so fun about being stuck in the rain?" She asked, and I winked. Keep going and maybe she'll calm dow! The wrath of my maid is indeed fiery! "You should try it. Its nice." I said. Cene sighed and handed me another blanket.
But the good thing was that I had successfully crossed off one of the mafia gangs… out of 30 that Amaria regularly associated with. Which made me wonder what exactly she was doing, but then I protected my eyes and decided not to look. Hmmm, maybe I'd hold a gathering and get every bird in the sky with a single stone.
"Can I talk to Duke Feet real quick?" I asked, my dress and hair still damp. Cene frowned, and then pointed down the hall. "That way."
And I turned to throw myself down the hall, leaving a wake of mud behind me, at which Cene sighed.