“Would you like some tea, Miss?” asked our head maid, Martha, when I woke up the next morning.“Has Dad left?”Growing up, I only had Dad and my younger sister, Roselle. Mom died giving birth to Rose when I was only six, which didn’t give me a chance to have fond memories of her. I could even barely recall how she looked in my memories and if not for the pictures she left, time would have swept out everything that was left in the mind of a young child.I looked at the clock on the wall and saw it was already eight. Dad had surely left for work. As one of the trusted betas of a huge district pack, he had a lot of responsibilities on his shoulders.“Why didn’t you wake me up? I promised Rose I’ll accompany her in meeting her new tutor.”“Um, you slept so late last night, Miss. I thought you might need more rest since yesterday didn’t go well…” Martha trailed off, looking at my face wearily. The buckets of tears I shed last night must be obvious with my puffy eyes now.“Miss Rose also to
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