KAYLA’S POV

"Hello, ma'am First Lady," I said politely. "Good day."

"Good day, Kayla," she responded to me. "But is anything good about your day?"

I scratched my hair. How would I start again? Who knows, if I were to continue like that, she would probably think of me as a person who loved to run her mouth all the time, complaining about everything.

"Yeah!" I forced out a little show of excitement. "I'm fine."

"Why have I not set my eyes on you since today?" She asked.

To that, there was no proper answer to give her. But keeping mute would get her to know something was up.

"I...