Mylar went in search of Miss Emelda and later found her in the kitchen.
"The cucumber is too big, cut them small." She yelled at one of the help who tied her thick black hair in ponytails with pink ribbons on each side, making the young lady panic, Mylar whispered to herself.
"She keeps acting like she's the boss of this house, whereas she's just a help like the others in this kitchen."
Miss Emelda!!! Mylar shouted out with a smile.
"I am still very much alive, you don't have to shout like that. What do you want?" She asked Mylar with the meanest expression on her face.
"She thinks she is young, this wrinkled old woman can't be sweet to anyone, ever." Mylar thought to herself as she came before her.
"I would like the key to the guest room upstairs, please," Mylar said politely but Miss Emelda declined.
"You can't have it." She said bluntly.
