BERYL
“Is everything ready Camilla?” I ask my nanny as I lean against the kitchen sink. She's busy preparing some salad, a clear indication that everything else is ready.
“Yes ma'am.” she replies.
“How many times have I told you not to address me as ma'am? Please call me Beryl, I am cool with that.” I assure her.
“Okay Beryl, I've heard you.” she says while smiling.
“Where is Andrew? I hope he has done a great job in roasting that Turkey.”
“He has gone to his room to pick up something.” Camilla replies. “The turkey is ready and I'm sure it's equally tasty.” she adds.
“Okay Cami, I'm sure my brother and his guest are already on the way coming.” I say and as I exit the kitchen, I seen a glitter in Camilla's eyes something which makes me to stop and face her once more.
“By the way C
