Chapter 42

• Imelda paced around, burning up with rage and fury. She kicked her feet against the table, and groaned in pain for a few seconds.
• “What is wrong with you, Imelda? Get a hold of yourself. Getting angry or pacing around for hours won’t help you.” Her mother whose attention was focused on her makeup finally snapped at her.
• “Mom, how do you expect me to stop worrying? He just turned her from a slave to a servant. How did she become freeborn all of a sudden? I cannot accept that.” Imelda yelled angrily.