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Isadora followed two steps behind Imelda, she followed her lead as they ambled silently through the hallway, to where she guessed the kitchen should be.

The silence would have felt natural if Isadora didn't struggle between intervals of a few seconds to say something or not. A question layed dangerously at the tip of her tongue, but she tried to control her curiosity.

She knows nothing of this woman yet, it isn't worth the risk of running her mouth yet.

"Don't hold your tongue, speak if you want to. I'll rather get uncomfortable by your words than this stifling silence." Madam Imelda said amidst Isadora's silence.

"Who are you?" She asked firmly.

"You can call me Madam Imelda. I am the head of maids here in the black saints." She replied casually.

"You know that's not what I'm asking about?" Isadora scoffed.

As far as she knew, Vincent holds no respect for anyone, not even his parents. He had singlehandedly murdered his father in cold blood just to make sure he overtook the Black sain
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