Sitting down she concluded on checking the news, what harm would she commit in doing that but she felt thirsty and need to have a glass of water first.
Dropping the book down, she reached for the kitchen, Elena entered the bright and quiet kitchen, still holding her book gently against her chest. She had come downstairs hoping for a moment of calm and a glass of water to ease the dryness in her throat. But as she stepped inside, something unexpected caught her attention.
Standing by the marble kitchen counter was one of the house servants, a young girl in her early twenties completely lost in her own little world .
The girl was leaning slightly against the counter, her eyes glued to the glowing screen of her phone, her thumbs resting idle as if whatever she was watching had completely captured her full attention.
