Veronica's POV
Rollings House
I walked into the kitchen to make breakfast and found Imelda waiting impatiently sitting on a chair.
"Is this the time to wake up?" she retorted the moment I walked in.
"Is this how you work?"
"Honestly look at this maid, can't even provide food on time to a family member."
I was shocked at her audacity.
She was actually treating my home as her own and even throwing authority around.
"Imelda, first of all, I'm not that server who walked around holding her head down,"
"I'm the lady of this house,"
"And even if I do cook, I cook for my family, because I love to,"
"You want to eat food? Hire a maid to cook for you,"
"Oh, I forgot, you don't have any money,"
"Cook it yourself."
Imelda began to laugh.
"Veronica, you should remember I have your face, out of his house, everyone will believe I'm you."
I exhaled as I refused to let her dictate me in my own house, especially now when Jonathan is beside me.
