Sixteen

FREYA

“Over here, ma’am, I am the one you are looking for.” A middle-aged woman said, with her fingers beckoning on me to come to her.

She was dunning her duty outfit, and she was chubby and pretty with her short hair, but mere looking at her face made me guess she is a tough person.

“Okay, ma’am.” I said and strutted towards her, while she headed into a room whose door was wide opened.

I wonder how she knew I was looking for her. I had barely touched down before she called me over.

“What’s your name?” she asked as we strutted into the massive room which has doors that leads to other rooms.

“Freya.” I said, following her obediently, and looking out to know which door she would opt for, but she stopped and turned to me.

“Freya, the one Nania spoke of?” she asked, her eyes staring into my face like that of a mother who was querying her child.

“Yes.” I said in response, my voice calm and braced by a weak smile.

I wonder how she knew Nania referred me to the mansion. Maybe she was there t