Chapter 15

ISABELLA’S POV

"You should have just said a lady was at the door."

I said, battling with the unhealthy mix of frustration and amusement.

"Or better yet, my friend Scarlett." I added.

The maid cowered and curted to

“I’m sorry, ma'am.”

My mother, noticing the shift, let out a relieved sigh and took her seat again.

"Oh, Maddie is quite new," she said, gesturing towards the said maid.

"She doesn’t know Scarlett yet. Besides, your naughty head of a friend hasn’t been here for a while now.”

Grandpa and Grandma appeared relieved as well as they went back to their meal. Aunt Amelia kept shaking her head faintly, half smiling as she continued watching.

“To think that I thought it was an old woman coming." She said.

Scarlett began to approach at the point with measured steps, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

When she was close enough, she curted with a bright smile, making sure to show special respect to Grandpa and Grandma.

"Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Harrington," she greeted, nodding resp