Evasive her
by YourMouthHangingOpen
Prologue
A cold aura emanated from the huge oak doors leading to her bed room. Some maids had the courage and pressed their ears against the door but in vain, they couldn't hear a single thing. They went to a secluded place and relayed all the information that they have gathered, rather, relayed all the rumors and gossips that were circulating the whole manor.
"Haven't you heard? They said that they're going to force her to marry someone…" a girl whispered and the other's eyes widened.
"Really? I never thought that anyone could stand her!" another chimed in and shook her head vigorously. If there was something that they were sure in their lives, it was that their master likes to get her own way. A tyrant, they say. An introvert, they say.
But it never crossed their minds that she's a coward. No one said anything; no one dared to notice and say it aloud openly.
"Who's the unlucky guy?" They chuckled although they could feel a slight genuine sympathy, that is, deeply buried in their hearts.
"I hear that he's the son of a powerful and influential person. Someone called Yuga? Hugga? Huya? Hyuuya? Eh, I don't know!" a maid grumbled and someone shook their fists to express their disappointment.
"I know, I know! It's Hyuuga!" someone stood up straight and raised her chin up. Her fellow maids patted her at the back while the others just grumbled that it was just sheer luck that she got it first. It was a maid's world, one was bound to get on top of another, and the process repeats again.
"I can't believe I missed that out! Hyuuga is a popular name here in Okinawa!" They grumbled and some suppressed rolling their eyes. They didn't notice that the door opened and a skinny girl stepped out.
The maids' eyes widened, afraid that she had somewhat heard them talking. But the young Yukihara just walked passed them, and didn't even pay them any attention. It was as if they didn't exist in the first place.
A few moments passed and they held their breaths until they couldn't hear her footsteps anymore.
"Whoa, I didn't know she's so passive to this point. Such a queer mistress er, master." They mumbled incoherently and stood up from their positions. It wasn't sheer luck that Mikan Yukihara chose not to turn her head and look at those eyes full of the truth that she tried so much to repress.