Seventy Three

GIGI’S POV

I was glad to come across her, been trying to check for her.

“What’s up?” she asked, walking closer to me.

She took a deep glance at me, scanning my dress from the shoulder to the knee level. She despised seeing me in this dress but it was my occupational wear.

“Why did you get out of the Jean jacket?” She questioned.

I knew she would anyway, since she had been complaining recently about those tattered blue gowns.

“I wanted to get some chores done.” I responded.

She narrowed her brows, looking skeptically into my eyes.

“Ordered by who?” She questioned.

My lips got stuck, I had no explanation for that but I needed to get back to work. I wouldn’t like to get the attraction of the palace as a lazy rogue slave.

I nodded my head to the side, signaling to her, no one did.

“Come with me.” She ordered, skidding up the stairs.

I obliged to her words, walking behind her. She went up into her room, which I did as well.

“I don’t want to ever see you in these blue gowns, is that too muc