what?"
Nana was not just surprised, she was utterly baffled. Everything felt wrong. The person speaking, Rosy, seemed so different. Her voice, once gentle, now held a proud, arrogant tone, like that of a pampered spoilt brat.
"Is she okay?" Nana wondered, her heart pounding.
"But why is she behaving so mysteriously?" Thank God, Mother isn't here. Otherwise, Rosy would have suffered her wrath."
A wave of relief washed over her.
Nana raised her eyebrows, startled, and looked at Rosemary, or rather, at the girl who now seemed like a stranger in Rosemary's skin.
"Rosy, are you sure you're okay? Should I call brother Carlos?" she asked politely, her voice trembling slightly
Rosemary slightly frowned, then leaned forward, gritting her teeth, and coldly sneered.
"Do I look like I'm not okay to you?"
The harshness in her voice sent a chill down Nana's spine. This wasn't the sweet, gentle Rosy she knew and loved.
"Aash!"
