THALIA ISABELLE Giovanni went back to his office that day and I remained inside the house. I saw maids looking at me sometimes so I took a deep breath. "What is it?" I asked them politely, hoping that they will not take it against me. "M-Mr. Brickser told us to ready your food for dinner because he can't join you in dinner, Ms. Thalia," she said. I nodded. "Sure, thanks," I cooly said and stand up from the sofa. I've been here in the living room since three in the afternoon strikes because I can't sleep in a bed so I just watch different series on the TV. I look around the living room and they are all minimalist, and on the wall, our picture together when we were in the field of tulips, holding each other like an in-love couple. It's part of our honeymoon. "Whenever Mr. Brickser comes home, he always stares at that picture, he sits there for an hour," someone speaks beside me and it's the head of maids in this house. I look at her confused. "What do you mean? Maybe he is
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