Chapitre 19: A Gift

OUTSIDE in the garden in the backyard of the manor, Stella knelt on the carpet grass and gently touched the flowers that looked to be dying. 

"What happened to them?" 

"I'm not very sure, Ms." Maurene fidgeted with her dress, the rustle of the clothes loudening over the cold breeze. "Ms, you really need to go back inside. It's really cold out here, and it might rain soon." 

Stella's hands tightened around the flower, and she released her grip before she could ruin them. "Are you implying that I would catch a cold?"

A damp silence diffused between the two of them. Of course, there was a possibility of her catching a cold. She was a weak recessive omega and not a pure one. And she didn't mean it in a way of scorn, but she was rather worried for her. The master wouldn't be happy if he came home to a sick wife.  

"…Ms."