My Baby's Daddy

Making coffee was one of the many things Sophia did not know how to do. She usually got her coffee from a local barista or any other cafe. Right now, she tossed Arthur a pleading look, trying to get help.

When he saw the despair in her wide doe eyes, he repressed the urge to sigh in frustration. She can’t iron, and she can’t make coffee. Is there anything she knows how to do other than talk back to someone?

“We don’t have a proper coffee machine here,” he lied to Emily after glaring at Sophia. “I’ll send someone out to get one for you if you’d like.”

Emily was more than aggravated now. “Well, how about tea? Surely, she can bring me tea.” She was trying to gauge how important this so-called maid was to Arthur, and there was no hiding the fact that Emily hated Sophia’s guts. Hence, the former was currently thinking of ways to get rid of the latter and eradicate any good impression Sophia might have made on Arthur.

I have to make Artie hate her too. That way, if he decides to keep her, I can order her around as I like.

Emily knew she had to nip this in the bud before she ended up losing Arthur to some tramp maid.

At once, Sophia bustled off into the kitchen to make tea, which, thankfully, was something she knew how to do.

she was setting down the cups on the

noticed that Sophia was wearing a nice dress, not to mention, looking really good in

over to Arthur as she said slowly, “I’ve only started work a month ago, so

I shall get one ready for you,”

interjected. “Honestly, I find

made Emily choke on her tea. She began to wonder just who Sophia was to warrant such concern from Arthur, who

said, then backed out of the living room. She had a feeling that her life here wasn’t going to be all rainbows and butterflies now

possibly be? She wanted to cry out in exasperation. Of all the people she could have

received a call from Lorelai that morning. Lorelai told Anastasia that she was desperate to design the perfect jewelry for her friend’s engagement and that she was wondering if she could drop by

Anastasia did not reject her plea for help and invited her over

porch of Elliot’s villa. She walked through the front door and into the living room, whereupon

“Mrs. Presgrave.”