97- Fifth Stick

Ashley Walters pov

The elderly woman was still the same. Except, she was no more wearing the maid uniform. Her white hair was still tied back in a bun. One or two more wrinkles had appeared on her face, but she still was the same. Her posture was straight, at least better than mine, her chin was up and that might be the reason she still didn’t have a double chin.

“Hello, Ms. Walters.” She said with a cordial smile. Unexpectedly Edith didn’t take time and brought her to me within one hour, “I have heard you want to talk to me?”

They both took their seats before us.

“Please answer whatever she wants to know.” Said Justin sitting beside me. All this time, his hand never left mine, “Also she is NOT Ms. Walters. You can call her Mrs. Deluca.”

The way Justin told her, made my heart flutter in my chest. A smile started teasing the corner of my mouth.

“Oh,” she nodded in understanding, “I am sorry, Mrs. Deluca,” my heart was racing by now. A person calling me Mrs. Deluca was something I never