Edna’s pov

I know that Becky would be mad at me for walking her out of my room but I don’t care.

I’m a different person now, I can’t be treated like a nobody.

Immediately Becky left my room. I went downstairs to have breakfast.

On my way downstairs I saw my personal maid Petra walking up the stairs.

I thought she was coming to inform me that my breakfast was ready.

It was a good timing though because I was also going downstairs to go and have my breakfast.

“You shouldn’t have bothered coming upstairs,” I said.

“Oh ma’am are you coming downstairs to have your breakfast?” Petra asked...