Mrs. Moretti wake up now will you. Your husband is waiting in the parlor.
Thats how it always starts, and I sit up in a beautiful queen sized bed. Half naked of course for some reason, I never know why.
My maid, a beautiful Italian woman, I believe, shakes my arm a bit.
Mrs. Moretti your husband is waiting for you he says its urgent.
My stomach has butterflies by the sound of my husbands name. Vega Moretti and I am Anastasja Moretti.
Mr. Moretti can wait now. I snort snobbishly and sit myself up.
I matted out my sleep ridden, and knotted hair.
I always give this maid the same old gl