It’s like I don’t forget anything. Like everything stays here. …… “There’s something wrong about that child,” hissed Giana, my dad’s nanny and now mine, to one of the maids. “I cannot pin point it but that look on her eyes are creepy as hell,” she continued with a snarled expression of disgust on her wrinkly face.I was accustomed to the kind of remarks, so instead of running back upstairs, I waltzed inside the kitchen bedazzling them with my pearly white smile. The huddled of ladies immediately broke seeing my scrawny face.“What do you want? How long you’ve been there?” scowled Annabeth, the cook.
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