"Marisol, come here for a second!" I called. Then, in came a girl around the age of sixteen. Her long dark brown curls were piled on top of her head, a few escaping every so often. A few tiger lilies were tucked in her hair. Her chai latte face was decorated with dark brown eyes surrounded by long black lashes. Below her eyes was a delicate nose and beautiful full lips.

"Yes, Master Tamaki?" she asked. After three years she still insisted on calling me master. A princess as beautiful as her shouldn't have to call someone master. I sighed.

"Marisol, never call me master again. Anyways, I need you to grab a few more of the roses you made me for today," I sighed. She scowled playfully.

"I will call you master forever and ever, Master Tamaki," she huffed before turning and bustling out of the room. I sighed and gathered the previously cultivated roses. They were the practically indestructible red roses that I handed out to the princesses of Ouran. Marisol had bred them especially for that use. Marisol was a girl that Shima adopted once when she had accompanied my father to Spain. Shima had wanted a daughter for a long time but had never been married or had the means to adopt a daughter. So when she finally had a chance to adopt from an underprivelidged orphanage, she asked my father for a day off and when she came back to the mansion, she was carrying the little girl she had adopted from the orphanage. At least that's what I'm told. I had been born but I was in France, of course.

"Here you are," Marisol lilted as she walked back into the room, all her fake anger gone. She carried a basket with at least two dozen roses.

"Thanks Marisol, you're the best!" I exclaimed. She handed me the basket of flowers and I went to tuck them into my sleeves. Shima had sewn pockets to keep the roses in my blazer. I also kept a basket in my locker and a few in my school bag.

"I know, now you should get to school," Marisol said. I sighed and gave her a look of despair.

"Come with me. You need an education besides all that science and math you study at home so you can breed your flowers. You need to be educated in the art of literature, delve into history and learn even more about math and science from a real teacher," I whined. Kyouya had been absent yesterday so I doubted he would come today.

"I can come today. Why do you think I'm wearing yellow?" she said, indicating her body. It was true. She was wearing a yellow sundress and a white cardigan. The orange tiger lilies had been replaced with a single yellow lily and there was a pair of white flats on her feet.

"Yay, my favorite princess will be with me all day!" I said, picking her up in my arms and swinging her around. She laughed and gently pushed her way out of my arms.

"Yeah, just don't display any more affection for me than the other girls while we're there. Remember what happened last time?"she scolded. I sighed. The last time she had come to school with me I had only paid attention to her during club activities and she had received a couple of death threats from jealous princesses. Let's just say that they won't be allowed back into the Host Club… ever.

"You know that won't happen again," I huffed. She just shook her head, chuckled and took my hand in hers. As she took my hand, an electric wave went through my arm and my stomach did flip flops. She dragged me down the hallway and into the waiting limo. I wonder what she would do if I told her the feelings I had when she did this.

Marisol's POV

"Marisol, come here for a second!" the idiot I worked for called. Tamaki stood there in all his princely glory. His shimmering violet eyes almost matched his blazer and his golden hair was styled perfectly.

"Yes, Master Tamaki?" I asked. For three years I had had to call him that stupid title. Tamaki sighed. He hated it as much as I did, but he didn't know that and I was not permitted to let him know.

"Marisol, never call me master again. Anyways, I need you to grab a few more of the roses you made me for today," he sighed again. I scowled. I had to keep up appearances that I liked calling him that or he would go on and tell his father, or worse, Mama how glad he was that I had stopped. Mama was called Shima by Tamaki and Mr. Suoh. Mama had adopted me from an orphanage in Spain.

"I will call you master forever and ever, Master Tamaki," I huffed before turning and bustling out of the room. I hurried down the halls and soon arrived at the green house that marked the halfway point between my room and Tamaki's. I rushed in and hurried to the left side of the room where Tamaki's roses were kept. They were the practically indestructible red roses that he handed out to the princesses of Ouran Academy. I had bred them especially for that use. I grabbed the basket I always sent with him and gathered two dozen roses. After that, I went and quickly changed into an outfit appropriate for Ouran. I would go today if Tamaki wished it so. I had to; Mr. Suoh had assigned me to be his personal maid from the day he got here.

"Here you are," I lilted, dropping my fake anger.

"Thanks Marisol, you're the best!" he exclaimed. I handed the basket of flowers to the blonde man I had been infatuated with for two years and he tucked them into his sleeves.

"I know, now you should get to school," I scolded. He sighed and gave me a look of despair that I almost always gave into.

"Come with me. You need an education besides all that science and math you study at home so you can breed your flowers. You need to be educated in the art of literature, delve into history and learn even more about math and science from a real teacher," he whined. His pleading violet eyes made my heart leap into my throat and my stomach was suddenly filled with butterflies.

"I can come today. Why do you think I'm wearing yellow?" I said as calmly as I could manage, indicating my body. I was wearing a yellow sundress and a white cardigan. The orange tiger lilies had been replaced with a yellow lily and there was a pair of white flats on my feet. It was what I always wore when I went to Ouran.

"Yay, my favorite princess will be with me all day!" Tamaki squealed, picking me up in his sculpted arms and swinging me around. I laughed and gently pushed my way out of his arms. I regretted it though.

"Yeah, just don't display any more affection for me than the other girls while we're there. Remember what happened last time?"I scolded. Tamaki heaved a heavy sigh. He obviously did remember.

"You know that won't happen again," he huffed. I just shook my head, chuckled and took his large hand in my own small one. As the skin on my hand met his, a shock went through my nervous system and my stomach suddenly housed what felt like millions of butterflies. I dragged him down the hallway, out the front door, and into the waiting limo. I wonder what he would do if I told him the feelings I had when we touched like this.