Quinn's chest heaved as she strode outside and to her room. She grabbed her car key from the bedside table and stormed out.
"Miss Quinn." One of the maids tried calling her, but Quinn only spare her a glance and the maid went into a freezing mode, unable to utter a single word.
The maid stood rooted to her feet, her heart racing in her chest.
Why did she felt as if she Miss Quinn wanted to punch her in the face?
"I just wanted to let her know lunch is ready..." she scratched her head, watching as the young lady strode out.
Well, there's nothing she can do.
She can't possibly go pull Miss Quinn back and throw her inside to inform her the meal was ready.
Meanwhile, Quinn opened the door to her car and sat in.
She has only drove it around the neighborhood the day before.
But right now, a drive around wouldn't be enough.
She felt so stuffy. Everything about that house suffocated her—especially its people.
