A.N: Hi! Glad you're still reading this story of mine :-) But honestly, this is not the best chapter I write... But chapter 3 and 4 are much better! Promise! It's just that I dunno how to approach the plot of this chap, which is fluff. And to make it clear, the purpose of this chapter is to introduce the character Jeanette, who can be much important for that matter

Hope you enjoy :-)

Simon looked at his wrist watch; it read 5:59. The detective waited patiently by the gold dyed-gates that lead to the great palace of Brittany's. He used the remaining minute to inspect from his place.

It looked good, to say the least.

The roadway was made of pure pink marble, which Simon found oddly comfortable walking on. Hundreds of flowerbeds were to be surrounded, from yellow Carnations to red Calla Lilies; no wonder it smelled nice here. Simon wasn't surprised to find statues modeled on the said rich herself–she is rich, at the end. Simon could see the enormous palace from here, which got him astonished. It was so, so big he couldn't find a word to fit. Why was he taken aback? Is it because this area can at least coast a heart and two kidneys plus the four limbs, in addition to a pair of eyeballs, or because it was pink? He chose sticking to the first option.

So she is rich.

Tick.

It is 6 sharp.

Without any hesitation, the detective pressed the pink doorbell that that was complimented by a cursive 'B' and sung a beautiful melody to inform the residence that someone's waiting outside.

"Good evening. Can I help you?" the intercom said through static bedlam, though Simon's bright brain was able to make it out–even the gender.

"Good evening, ma'am. I'm detective Seville, Simon Seville. I came here by the permission of dear Miss Brittany to solve her case."

A moment later he found the said gates opening, revealing what some people call 'Second Heaven'.

As he let his eyes wander around the palace, he heard faint footsteps coming from a distance.

There, walked a chubby short blond lady, her face coated by a warm smile. She wore the maid's attire, which was a black pouf dress and a white apron. She approached Simon happily.

"Hello! I'm Eleanor, Miss Brittany's personal maid and best friend!" she said cheerfully. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Seville. C'mon, Miss Brittany's waiting for ya. Follow me."

And with that, they entered the palace.

XoXoX

Simon sat on an extremely comfortable fuchsia couch, just relaxing. He can't remember when was the last time he was so content in his life, which is normal for a detective like him. He was the best at his job, at the end. So relaxing for a bit won't hurt, would it?

God, he has to order a couch like this! But it sure will coast him his arm...

However, his content was short-lived as heard a yell of his name. He looked up to find Brittany glaring at him.

Oh...right.

He adjusted his sitting position, along with his speckles. Clearing his throat, he stated casually:

"Pardon me, Miss. You were saying?"

"I was telling you 'bout the high heels I brought from Paris, and when I turned, you were sleeping!"

No wonder he slept fast...

"Excuse me, Miss. I happen to like this cushion."

"Of course you would like it," she ststed cooly. "I got it that time when I was-"

"Yeah yeah, but I believe there was something more important you wanted to walk about?" he hinted before she could start another story of herself.

Simon sighed internally. Although she was a 'lady of leisure'–the only one, for that matter–she can be more than related to his partner, Alvin. Both are obnoxious, yet claim that they're the 'best'. Both might kill to be the only center of attention. And both can live under poor Simon's skin. He (Alvin) doesn't even do his job, let alone help him do it. It is not like he does his own, considering that he's at a vacation in Hawaii.

But why in October though?

Brittany, however, at least gets something done, that is if applying makeup is considered work. But Simon has to say that when he arrived and saw her, he would've thought she was a living doll if he didn't know better.

Yeah, and that's the only work she ever does.

Because she's rich.

"Yes, and as I said last time I saw you, somebody stole my dear gem!"

"Yes, I already know this." He stated bluntly, though he tried being nice.

She gave him a death glare before continuing, "Yes, anyways, I bet you're hungry; traveling from Napa to Sacramento isn't a short journey, after all. But you're lucky, 'cause I have the best chef you'll ever know," as if on cue, Simon's stomach began to growl. He was indeed hungry. And as she said; this trip wasn't short. A pleasant kind of smile found its way to his face, and nodded after thanking her.

"Thank you, Miss." She mirrored him and turned her head to what Simon presumed was the kitchen.

"JEANETTE, come and bring that 'special order' ya were working on!" she called, nearly yelled. He too looked at the kitchen's entrance and...

His jaw dropped.

There, walked a slim female, holding a stainless large tray that Simon assumed was the food, but he gave it none the least of his attention or even to the other servants behind her (who were also having trays in carry). However, his eyes were locked at her–her astounding and oddly glowing green eyes, her long dark chocolate hair that was tied by a purple ribbon in a bun, her purple speckles that were resting on her small nose, and her little everything caught Simon's attention.

She proceeded closer and carefully settled the 'special order' on a near dinning table, followed by her other cooking fellows. Stepping in front of the guest, she introduced herself.

"Bonne aprés middi, monsieur. I am Jeanette, Miss Brittany's executive chef. If you need anything, I'm here," she spoke in a very thick French accent that you may not be able to comprehend. But to Simon, it was music to his ears. Jeanette asked them to have a seat (at the dinner table), and she removed the cloches of the many plates and trays to reveal a feast of food. Really, the smell itself was enough to make you forget you were hungry. There was every type of food, even early desserts!

Both women were smiling; one from amazemint and pure content, and the other of satisfaction and proudness.

"Bon appétit," and with that, she was gone, leaving a dumpfounded Simon behind.

Brittany noticed his expression and immediately recognized it as her famous devilish smile plastered on her.

"Si and Jean sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

Simon tried ignoring his heating face as he tried reasoning with her.

"Excuse me, Miss! You watch what you're protesting, otherwise I'll have all the pleasure to leave!" He warned sternly, yet out of character. He doesn't want his dignity to get mud stained by some rich.

Brittany wasn't going to leave him alone. Seeing somebody who got bitten by the lovebug was a thing that she would pay to watch. She was too willing to tell Jeanette about that, and, she gotta admit, they kinda make a cute couple. Like, why not? Both are nerds, at the end.

"Whatever, I was telling you about the pen, you know, how amazing it is and that it's the only one if its kind," she said while admiring her perfectly painted nails as they were a piece of art, and they were.

"And how does it look like, Miss, if I may ask?" he asked in an unenthusiastic tone, though he was more than pleased for clouding the previous subject.

"Of course it looks like a pen, duh."

He gritted is teeth.

"Anything else?"

"It is made of amethyst."

"Amethyst."

"Yeah, I told ya so the last time I saw you, remember?"

"...Yeah, I do..."

"Good."

"Great."

"Why not start searchin' and investigatin' tomorrow? Tomorow is my birthday, and I'm going to make the greatest party ever. So, whadaya say?"

"Hmm...well, it is a good a idea, after all," he pondered, still giving it a second thought.

"Alright! That sets it then! 'Morrow at 8 you'll be here. And don't forget to hide your identity," she said, pointing at him. Simon rolled his eyes, irritated; of course he knew this, he's not a kid.

So it is all settled, tomorow evening he'll start investigating and interrogating, and sure, it is going to be good. Oh, how he loved his work, despite it's exhausting. He shall start guessing who possibly stole that pen, or he better start eating–such a feast shouldn't be wasted, right? Plus, Brittany looks like she's about to finish the half of it.

He tried some of the Cajun Chicken Pasta that was settled in front of him.

Hey...

It was worth 10 trips like this one.

Honestly, this is the worst chapter I write so far.

Yes, I know it's lame, but I really do suck at writing mushy thingies (is that what they call it?). Anyways, why don'tcha lemme know 'bout how ya feel of this so fa', if ya know wha' I mean. LOL.

Hey, I regret what I'm doing with Brittany. She's kinda OOC, all of them are, but her attitude will change by every chap. It is all planed and written, and more secrets are gonna be revealed.

Please review, if you don't wanna then what shall I say more? YOU'RE A FREAKIN' BAWS!

Be safe, eat lots of pizza and bacon (I don't even like bacon, but oh well) and peace.

Silver Cupcake is out.