The Braille Manor, Milpitas.
Friday, 2nd Of August.
10 A.M
Anna's POV
“What are you doing?!” The aggrieved voice bellowed from behind me.
“Mum!” I yelped and nearly jumped out of my skin. The broom clattered to the floor when I whirled around. I wanted to retrieve it, but the unholy glower she shot in my direction had me freezing to the spot.
“I asked you a question, young lady,” she growled, her eyes flashing.
“Uh, sweeping?” I smiled wide and hoped it eased her ire.
Mum only glowered harder. “Rita!” I flinched at the sharp tone. But before she could screech our cook slash maid’s name again, the poor woman rushed into the kitchen.
“Ma’am?” Rita Ingrand asked with a short bob and a confused frown. She was a round woman in her mid forties, but she moved fast for her size.
“Why is my daughter doing your job? Have you become so incompetent and lazy? What do I pay you for if you cannot do something as simple as sweeping?” Mum thundered angrily, her ample bosom heaving beneath he
