CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT - LIKE A QUEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT - LIKE A QUEEN
The next day, I was freed from my two weeks in prison. Indeed, it could have easily been an execution or a lifetime sentence, but lucky for me, Amaria seemed to have connections even outside the usual mafia circle. Which was a good thing.
I stretched, back into a fancy dress after a bath. This time it was just as simple as the last one had been, but this time made of simple red fabric.
"Welcome back, My lady." The maid said, straight-lipped as always. Hey! Come on! Smile a little ~ "What's your name, I wonder?" I asked, posed LIKE A QUEEN on my overstuffed armchair. yeah! I couldn't dream of this in my other dirt-poor lives. "Cene, my lady." The maid said slowly. Hmmm. Guess Amaria wasn't too kind to her maids.
"Alright, Cene, do you have any recommendations for what I can do today?" I asked, lazily. "My lady? Are you… alright?" Cene asked hesitantly, and I smiled. "Of course. Now, about what I just asked. I want to go to a good sweet shop."