I'm
not really pleased with this, it's a bit blunt and not very well
written, in my opinion. I'm a bit stressed, I want to get things to
move faster, but at the same time, I don't want to hurry this..
Well, we'll see.
Disclaimer: This chapter belongs entirely to me. But generally, most things belong to the three Phantom giants:)
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Dingdingdingdingding
Oh, little birdies, singing. How v-veeery l-l-lovel...y...
Dingdingdingdingdingding
Oh, how I long for my swing in our little garden... Mother always said itwas unlady like to ride a swing, so I stopped...
DINGDINGDINGDING
Funny, that sounds like the little bell beside my bed... The one I call my maid with...
For heaven's sake, why don't anyone answer that! That's what you have servants for! Let me sleep!
DING DING DING DING
But this doesn't feel like my bed... In fact... Not at all. And that bell isn't sounding like it's ringing somewhere else... It's ringing in here!
And I flew up. I was the maid! Someone was ringing for me! I shook my head. I knew nothing of a maid's duties… Good heaven's, I didn't even know how to dress myself properly! In that precise moment, I realized just what I had set out to do, and how utterly foolish I had been. Why did I leave? I could have explained everything, Miguel was not that important a person that everyone listened to him. Even though my reputation would been tarnished, I would've managed! I had been so utterly foolish, so extremely stupid , so brainless, so thick, so, so… I couldn't even find the right words to describe it! I couldn't do this… I just couldn't!
And I couldn't return either. I knew that. Unless I returned and got Miguel to marry me, there was no hope for me… What would my dear old papa have said? He must look down on me from his heaven and think he had raised a bad daughter…
For now, I was stuck at my place at Madame Dubois's…
Speaking of her… She frightened me. And yet, I felt very drawn to her, a butterfly drawn to the poisonous meat-eating flower…
I jumped up, and stumbled over my own feet, falling hard to the floor in an undignified heap. I crawled around the room, my cool mind taking over and forcing my body to move to where my brain knew I had placed my clothes the night before. My fingers blankly refused to button my dress properly and the bell made it impossible for me to function clearly. The only thing
I was sure of was that I had to get to Madame Dubois's room, NOW.
I tripped once more over my small feet, and darted a quick glance to my little mirror before moving towards the door. Lovely. I had hoped that my head would've changed colour during the night, and that I, by God's mercy (I did deserve it!) had become tall and willowy. But alas, no. Still red hair, still small sausage like fingers, still the SAME bloody non-existent curves. I looked like a... A plump Chinese vase. Yuk. Isn't there a rule that nobility always should be beautiful and why did I have to be the exception that confirms the rule! I never harmed anybody, really. I only did what I was entitled to. It wasn't like I was cruel... I didn't beat my maids, I didn't scream at and disobeyed my parents... Most of the time, at least...
With these depressing thoughts in my head, I rushed off in search of Madame Dubois's room. I noted that the walls where marked here and there with strange indentures, almost as if someone had hit the wall repeatedly with a hard object. Otherwise, the house was beautiful. I couldn't imagine how much money it must've cost to build and entertain this... Millions of francs, surely. Where did the Dubois family get that kind of money?
And my new mistress… Was she married? She must have been, at least. She was after all called madame. Was she a widow? Did she have children? What horrible accident had scarred her face? Did she had any relatives?
So many questions, and so few answers. This was a bit of a challenge. I had never heard of her, or her family before. I should have, if they were as rich as this house made me believe. Yet the name seemed somewhat familiar, though I couldn't really explain how.. I shrugged. I had usually heard about everything at least once before, so I was used to the feeling. I'd probably remember later.
Trying to disregard the unpleasant feeling of wearing an apron, I hurried down the corridors. I was very, very late, and I dreaded the scolding I would surely get from my mistress. What if she threw me out? I shuddered, and decided not to forget my place again.
Oh, I didn't like this at all… Any comments, advice, anything. Tell me, I WANT to improve.