The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Above all, however, there was one problem Rita had to go through first-confronting her father's interrogation.

That evening, as she entered her family home and changed her shoes in the hallway, she noticed Donna shaking her head subtly at her.

"Your father isn't in a good mood," Donna remarked quietly.

Rita nodded. She knew that Donna cared about her and always had a knack for preemptively gauging the atmosphere. "Okay. Is there anything special for dinner tonight?" Rita attempted to lighten the mood with a smile.

"When have I ever failed to cook your favorite dish when you're here? If only you'd come back more frequently so my cooking skills wouldn't go to waste," Donna replied warmly.

Their hushed conversation unexpectedly caught the attention of someone else.

Don't you find that embarrassing?" Sadie's voice resonated from upstairs. She

Donna. "I'll bring you over to my place when things go well for me at my job. Then you can cook for

"That sounds wonderful. I'll be more than happy to take care

sharply, refusing to det Rita off the hook so easily. "If I were as filthy as you are, I wouldn't even show up in this villa and be an eyesore. And

Sadie; her father's opinion was the only one that mattered to her. Aside from Donna's, of

not bring herself to remain silent at Sadie's harsh words. "Miss Sadie, those are merely rumors. How can you

by Donna's intervention, Sadie lashed out, "Who do you think you are? You're just a servant. How dare you use that

Sadie and Karen did not treat the

hierarchy, and servants were treated as nothing more than people whose job was to serve them. Worse still servants were often subjected to disparaging remarks by the two of them, and they seemed