Juliana's pov:

Holding me steady, I ensured to keep up with Aria's pace which was very difficult at first till I heard the commotion in the kitchen. The angry scream of Margaret, the hot words she was throwing at my name.

"Where is that fool? The meeting has started and I need to take those fruits to the conference room!!"

As the word hits me, I halt instantly. Aria spared me a quick gaze with pitiful eyes, I swallowed nervously before looking elsewhere. My palms felt clumsy, sweat had already formed in them. The atmosphere seemed gauche, how do I tell her that the fruits got damaged in the staircase...