Chapitre 38: Chapter 38

There was a knock on the bedroom door. I raised my head from my phone. "Come in."

The doorknob turned then the door was pushed inwards. A petite redhead with hazel eyes strolled in and sauntered to me.

"Good afternoon. I'm Faith Daniel, your personal maid." She introduced herself with a polite bow of her head.

"Oh…" I trailed off, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion. "Why do I need a personal Maid?"

She wore an angelic smile that made me love her immediately. "To help you out with anything you'd need, help you out with your dress, your hair, everything. We can be friends too." She winked.

"Friends?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am. If you're not—"

"It's okay. And don't call me 'Ma'am', I'm Imogen Mark." Mark? Wasn't it supposed to be Imogen Hendrix now? Thinking about that made me cringe.

She lifted an eyebrow. "Is there a problem?"