Chapter 7: No Boys, Ara

“Nice meeting you, Miss Ruth,” Samara greeted with a wry smile and bowed to the woman.“Please enjoy your breakfast,” she said and turned away.

“Ara,” Jasson called out, which made Samara stop.“Why don't you sit here and have breakfast with us?” he invited her.

“Huh?”

“That's right, hija. Why don't you join us here?” Señora Olivia agreed, and three others followed.

Samara hesitantly nodded as she stared at them. She returned to the table and was ready to sit on the chair at the far end. However, Jasson drew the chair next to him. Samara glanced at her young master, and when Jasson gestured for her to sit, she heaved a sigh and occupied the seat beside him.

“Have you decided which strand you'll take? What degree do you want to take in college?” Samara turned to face Hannah, who had initiated the conversation.

“Wait, strands? Are you in senior high school, Ara?” Ruth groaned in shock when Samara nodded.

“How old are you?”

“Sixteen, Miss Ruth.”

“Oh, you're stature!”

“Yes, that's why she