Chap-117*The Ruckus *

Cynthia Dion:  Ever since I heard Mr. Holt talk about our honeymoon, I've been feeling unwell and frightened. Maleeka caught my attention as I was leaving the room in an attempt to find Atticus and talk with him. "Hey Maleeka, how are you doing?" I grinned at her, thinking maybe she was concerned for me, as I saw her face turn pale. She appeared a bit worn out, almost as if she didn't want to talk to me at all. She gently turned her face away from me and said, "I'm fantastic." "Is everything alright?" I inquired with a hint of concern. She lowered her head and nervously rubbed her hands together as she stared at the floor. "Don't we have a strong bond?" She finally turned to face me, her tone critical. "Don't I treat you well?" She shook her head at me. "I'm sorry, but I don't understand. Have I done anything to make you think that?" I looked at her with confusion, a weak smile on my lips. "Cynthia!" she said to me sternly. "Answer me." Since we had been so kind to each other, I really