Hiding the Alpha's Heir novel Chapter 6

"Seraphina, grab me some electric blue taffeta, will you?"

I nodded my head as I went to the shelves for fabrics where they were arranged by fabric type and by color. Then I took the electric blue taffeta and bestowed the fabric to Nicia who was busy hand sewing a new cicada gown ordered by Lady Helga.

I returned to my seat to finish the bonnet matching the ball gown for Lady Helga. Nicia and I were the ones handling this while my other fellow seamstresses were busy dealing with the new customers from the noble ladies.

I took the needle and black laces to sew it to the brim of the blue hat. "Are you going to stay late again, Nicia?" I asked when I continued sewing.

Nicia glanced at me. "Probably. It is not as if we have a choice. We didn't even have a break for work, Seraphina." She grinned.

I chuckled, huffing. "You are right." But I sighed one more time. "I do not know what to explain again to Sander if I come home late and he is waiting for me again."

"If only Madam Ibanez was considerate of our working hours and paid us with the right amount..." She paused when the door swung open, revealing the woman in her fifties wearing a vivid yellow gown and miniature hat on her head serving as headwear.

"Speaking of the bitch..." I mouthed at Nicia causing her to grin.

We both flinched when Madam Ibanez slammed our working table. "Did I even pay the two of you just to chit-chat?!"

We lowered our heads immediately as we both exchanged meaningful glances.

"M-My apologies, Madam Ibanez," I spoke in my sincerest tone.

I winced in pain when she grabbed my hair and forced me to look at her. "Apologies? Apologies? Do you think that shall be enough to compensate for catching you two chit-chatting at work? Do you want your debts to escalate dramatically, you ungrateful bitch?"

I bit my lower lip, not wanting to cry as I endured the pain I felt at the roots of my hair. She grabbed my hair like she wanted to take them out.

Then the next thing Madam Ibanez suddenly made me feel dizzy.

"Seraphina!"

I held my forehead when we all heard the loud thud of my head being hit on the table. I didn't cry when she left me thereafter I heard Nicia's cry when Madam Ibanez pulled her hair as well.

Unlike me, she didn't bang her head on the table.

"If I ever catch you two again chit-chatting, perhaps, twenty lashes with wolfsbane must be the suitable punishment for the two of you!"

I groaned as my lips quivered when I touched my forehead seeing blood in it. There was a huge impact she created by banging my head on the edge of the table.

"Are you alright, Seraphina?" Nicia asked as she approached me and checked me.

"I'm alright..." I scoffed, didn't shed a tear. She fished out her handkerchief and went to the sink to soak it in water before she tended me to clean the blood from my head. "This pain is nothing compared to when I gave birth to my son, Nicia." I chuckled softly.

Nicia shook her head. "But it is still painful. Tsk. Madam Ibanez really does not know her limits when hurting her workers..." she sobbed.

"We are werewolves so the wounds will heal quickly." I shrugged as soon she was done cleaning my forehead and head. "We must get back to work. We didn't want to get caught by madam." I sighed and massaged my temple when I felt a little dizzy from that banging of my head.

Nicia wanted to protest but she nodded her head and agreed.

I went home by the time it was already ten in the evening. I was walking my way back home when I came to see a shop where some of the people were eating some good meals. I sighed and averted my eyes from them, ignoring how they smelled so good.