Chapter 27: My crazy relatives start their move

The next day I am awakened by some noise outside my room and outside the house. I am as annoyed as I wake up in a sitting position and she stretches my arms.

“Good morning, Milady.” I am startled by a man’s voice beside me.

“What the.... who are you? What on earth are you doing in my room!?” I utter in surprise as I look at the man who is wearing a black vest and a white polo inside it.

He is wearing black slacks and black shoes. A white handkerchief is in his pocket designed in a triangle. In his left arm hangs a white towel and his right fist is in his chest as he bows to me. He has long black hair maybe in his shoulder-length but is tied behind him in a ponytail, turquoise eyes, elongated nose, maybe half America half Japanese, warm beige sin color and he must be 5 ‘7 in height.

“I’m sorry to startle you Milady. My name is Zyrem Whitman