Chapter 62

“Sally. Just let me piggyback you.”

“Never.” She paused and smiled mischievously. “I can piggyback you if you’re tired, though.”

Danika pursed her lips in disapproval and talked to her some more, but Sally refused. She gave up. They started walking again.

The people passing them witnessed the argument, and it surprised them. They watched Cone’s daughter and her former personal maid bicker like close friends, and it stunned them. Privileged people never had such a relationship with lowborns—no matter what. So, as they watched the two women, they didn’t know what to make of it.

Sally and Danika finally arrived at the door of Baski’s house and knocked. The door opened and Baski stood behind the door, looking flustered. Her hair was a mess, and a little blood perched on her cheek, looking like a scratch.

“What are you both doing here?” she asked, her voice stiff. She did not seem to be in a friendly mood.

Sally shifted uncomfortably on her feet.