Chapter 5

AMY

The whole house was in a rush, and Amy had no idea why.

Ever since she got up this morning she's been watching everyone in the Kabra estate run around like headless chickens, cleaning and dusting everything in sight. The scene reminded her of the time Dan, Jonah, Hamilton, Phoenix, and Atticus all got on an extreme sugar high, but, sadly, instead of cleaning, they broke everything.

But this was ever seen before by Amy. The maids and butlers where scattered around the place, wiping down and washing the same objects again and again. One of the two butlers were vacuuming the den and living room floor for the fifth or sixth time. She could smell all of the delicious, exotic food that was being prepared in the kitchen. Two maids ran all over the mansion and it's wide and huge four floors, changing all the beds sheets, dusting the shelves and nightstands, and vacuuming. Amy thought the palace was as clean as it could be already but they all continued to clean like they were going to be in trouble if not.

She felt so awkward standing there in front of her bedroom door, watching the whole event happen right before her. She thought about asking what was the big deal but she didn't want to get in their way. She was just planned on asking them during a break or so, but that was at six thirty and it was just now nine. And the part that freaked her out the most was the fact that not once that day has she seen Ian. She was kinda bored without him.

Finally Amy got her phone and headed down stairs. She has gotten phone calls, texts and emails from all the Cahills who were hunting her and Ian down. She only answers Nellie's texts, and only replied:

I'm with Ian. I'm fine. We'll talk Saturday. Stop looking for me.

Sure it was short, rude, and didn't explain much but it was all she could say that the moment and she didn't want to explain everything yet. She wanted to enjoy her stay with Ian first before she would be taken away from him for possibly forever, which she didn't want to master yet. She was way too close to him now to lose him in any way now.

Amy reached the end of the steps and walked out into the living room. She was admiring the room again with its sky-high ceiling and wooden steps and railing made of cherry oak, which made her run into the younger looking butler who was cleaning the floor.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Amy apologized.

"It's alright Miss, just please don't sit, touch, or stand on anything." He man said without looking at her. Amy blushed.

Two maids came down the steps, both holding a big lump of white silk sheets.

"We're done." And they dropped them to the ground.

"I just clean that floor!" The butler screamed and the maids that looked around thirty picked them back up.

Two more maids arrived into the room from the kitchen. The youngest looking one stopped in her tracks and gasped

"It's her!" She said.

"Lottie!" The other servant scowled at her.

"It's rude to point!"

The servant, Lottie, dropped her hand and smile 'Sorry' to Amy. Amy then realized it was her she was pointing at.

What was that about?

"Umm." Amy tried not to stammer. "Can someone please tell me what's going on here?"

Five heads turn towards her. "She's coming." The maid with the long brown hair responded. Why don't they say anyone's name?

"Who's she?" Amy asked. The short black hair servant, Lottie, skipped over to her. She gently push Amy over to the couch and they sat together. The butler who in the room started to scowl at them and flip his arms around and stomping his feet. He had a finger gun and pretend to shoot himself in the head.

"She is Josefina Ivy Wilkinson." She said gleefully. "She was a very good friend with Miss Natalie Kabra, both of them being two of Great Britain's top fashion queens and all."

"Miss Wilkinson's father, a computer

Mastermind, and mother, who happens to be a famous movie star, where dear friends to the Kabra family. The children basically grew up together back in London." Another maid spoke up as she wiped down the table for probably the sixth time that day. Amy could see her reflection in it.

"Josefina is only a year younger than Master Ian but she acts as a five year old with her high demands around here." The third maid said, rolling her eyes. She had the same black dress as the other maids but her hair was long and blonde. "I mean, come on! It's not even her own home and yet she walks in here like she owns the place and demands that we treat her like she the bloody queen herself!"

"Elena, kept your voice down." The old woman hissed at her, finally done with the table.

"Why should I?! I got a husband and three kids to feed and she over here making us cook her a huge meal with more food then we eat in a year!"

"And the fact that she never takes a bite of any of it is total nonsense." The brown hair girl agreed. She pat down her apron.

"Now girls, we have to look on the bright side of this. Miss Wilkinson has always bought the best priced paintings from Master Ian when ever she visits."

"Isn't it just coincidentally strange that Miss Wilkinson never bought a single painting till Master Ian moved here to the states and his income almost tripled."

"Yes." Another butler appeared out of nowhere. "Strange indeed." The two gentlemen laughed as they travel across the room with a tray of tea and cups over to Ian's office.

Amy frown inside. The thought of Ian having a sweetheart never occurred to her. It just never came up. She was over here thinking and hoping, believing of a slight possibility of him and her becoming a couple and then she finds out about this Josefina girl...

Amy felt a wave of multiple emotions crash to her: agony, sorrowful, jealousy.

She bet the girl was beautiful, smart, and everything else Amy wish she could be.

"Please," The older wench said. "She has always liked the boy, it's that the feeling was never mutual. But you never know, maybe things will soon change."

Amy knew that was a lie. She knew how Ian worked. When he genuinely and whole heartily cared for someone, he would never show the emotions out in the open. He would keep it a secret for so long, showing only the person that has capture his affections, a slight showing of his fondness of them. He did the very same with Amy for about five years now, but like the maid said 'The children basically grew up together.' Amy didn't stand a chance.

Out of the corner of Amy's eye, she saw Lottie poke the old woman. She glanced at Amy and a sad look came across her face. She saw her mistake.

"All I have to say," The brown hair maid spoke. "Is that if Master Ian does marry her, I quit."

Just then the doorbell ranged. "Well speak of the damn devil."

Just then, the house went right back to crazy mode. The maids jumped up and dashed to the doorway, making a lane with two on each side. The cook and the butlers came to join them. Last was Ian, he came out of his office and that was the first time Amy seen him since yesterday went they came back from the pool, because he didn't come down for dinner.

He was wearing his usual clothing but the shirt was shockingly light pink and his pant were bright, clean white. It make his skin darker and made he's face became more innocent looking, baby like almost. Amy didn't like it. Not one bit. Ian saw her and smiled at her. Amy did the same.

Soon the door swung open and the wind and bright light of the pretty day outside filled the room, and Amy quickly felt warm. Soon one figure emerged into the room. She walked with grace and class as she entered. She wore a tight yet properly covered black dress that showed off her amazing figure, probably causing a lot of men to stop and stare as she walked by. She had long tan legs and arms that were accessorized with golden bracelets and rings or golden shoes. She had a heart-shaped head with rosy cheeks and a perfect nose. Her face with crystal blue eyes and a mane of lovely caramel hair showed no hint of make up whatsoever.

Yup, Amy was a dull and dried up college student in Josefina's perfection.

She walked into the lane made for her as she greeted the staff. Even her voice was perfect.

"Lottie. Elena. Florence. Harriet."

"Hello Miss Wilkinson."

"Darcy. Bickerduff."

"Hello Miss Wilkinson."

"Chef Averill! Your ham looks as tasty as ever." She walked on, leaving

The chef that was holding the mouth watering ham looked angry as she walked by and grumbled some words in French.

"Ian Poo!" Josefina cried gleefully when her eyes landed on Ian. Ian smirked his charming smile and hugged the super model. Amy felt more like a faded memory to him.

"It's great to see you Jose Ivy." Ian said as they began to walk to his office.

"Oh isn't it always?" She replied so cheerfully. It seemed like an arrogant thing to say but Amy had a feeling that it was true. The two soon went away and the staff signed and began to move about freely again.

Amy felt like crap and she just wanted to cry. She should have known. She was completely stupid for not doing so. She told herself all of it before: Korea wasn't real. Ian doesn't like you. There is nothing on the future for you two. She wanted to cry. She really did.

Amy could fight for him but it was hopeless. Josefina obviously had Ian wrap around her finger. They were in love and it was as clear as day. To the point where it was excruciating painful for Amy to witness. And she actually thought she had a change...

She means... Well he did all the spying and protecting for her for three whole years and treated her very well and flirted with her again and everything. That had to mean something to him too. He had to feel that passionate spark they had every time they were near each other and that forever lasting happy feeling they had when they were apart...right? It wasn't just her, it just couldn't be...

Amy gloomily got up and walked over to the kitchen. She didn't even care where everyone else went. She just wanted some comfort food for her heartache. She walked into the kitchen where three maids and a chef were eating ham and gossiping about Josefina.

"Is there any ice cream?" She asked the four, really not caring anymore about be nice and polite.

"Freezer." One of them grumbled. Amy just open the fridge and took the whole gallon bucket of half-chocolate half vanilla creamy frozen goodness that was the national antidote of any and all things that involved a broken heart for girls.

She sat down on a stool seat away from the others, took the biggest spoon she could find, and started to shove her face of her heartache medicine.

(...)

Time passed. Amy didn't know how much or even cared to find out. She was half way through the tub and her book. She could totally relate to Eric right now.

The morning fall into the noon to almost night as the sun began to set. The cleaning staff went in and out of the kitchen like crazy, taking out more tea or telling the chef what to cook.

Amy has only eaten ice cream that whole day and was more then sure that she gain 10 pounds from it. Amy didn't care though. What was the point? Ian freaking Kabra wouldn't look at her because he was all too busy with his amazing and beautiful Josefina freaking Wilkinson.

Amy was nothing more then a rich Harvard student/branch leader. Josefina was amazingly gorgeous fashionista and probably had nothing to do with the 39 clues, probably wasn't even a Cahill.

Just then, Lottie came into the kitchen which was filled with the cooking staff running around, preparing for the meal Josefina demanded to have. Lottie came in, walking backwards, nodding to everything Josefina was saying which Amy couldn't hear. Behind her being Ian and then an assistant, writing everything down.

Amy hated her and how she strutted the place, being her pretty self. Amy hated how she looked in that Gucci black dress that probably cost ungodly amount of money. Amy hated how she got Ian in pink! Bloody pink for Gideon's sake! Even his own sister couldn't do that!

She walked across to Amy's side of the room and stopped when they made eye content. They all stopped when she did. Ian looked at Amy and smiled again. Amy smiled back, not really fighting the feeling she had that told her not too. Goodness, she had no will power when it came to him.

"Who is she?" Josefina asked. She seemed to say it in a sweet way that reminded Amy of Isabel.

"This is my cousin, Amy Cahill." Ian answered. He kept his eyes on Amy and she saw Josefina raise a brow.

"Oh," She said. "Hello." And she walked on, but Amy knew that she was not fond on the fact that Amy was sitting in the kitchen, eating ice cream, and holding a huge book in her hand. It wasn't lady like to do this.

She went back to her book as the four exist, yet she heard someone walk up to her. She didn't look up when a stool chair smeared on the floor, making a squeaky noise. She knew it was him as he grabbed her spoon and began to dig I what was left of the vanilla part of ice cream. She ate all of the chocolate.

"She bloody bonkers." Ian mumbled to her and she nodded in agreement. She hadn't spoken to her but Amy could just tell she was. "Anyone that happy constantly has something wrong with them."

"Trouble with the Mrs.?" Amy had to asked. She was mad and she wanted to know if this girl had anything with Ian-her Ian.

"What?" He asked in disbelief and confusion. Before Amy could respond, Josefina called for Ian. "Bloody Mary."

Amy followed him out. She wanted answers. They travel to the living room, where the model was heading for the door. She walked over and hugged Ian.

"Farewell Iany." She called him. Probably one of the many cute little nicknames they share as Amy only has 'Love'. She hugged him for a while, only letting go when Ian gently pushed her off. Ian seemed to be the only one with common whereabout of PDA.

Amy couldn't help but feel hurt again. God, he was killing her. She needed more ice cream.

"Goodbye Jose." Another nickname. Josefina left after so and Amy discovered it was dark out and realized she was here for the whole day. Great. Once she was out the door, Bickerduff closed the door and signed. He looked awfully tired.

"She was too much for me today, sir."

"Same here." Ian agreed and went on to his office. "I'll be doing paperwork." He closed the door. Bickerduff signed again and head down one of the many hallways in the mansion, so Amy was alone. She walked into Ian's office for the heck of it. She wanted answers about this 'Jose' and if he was leading her on.

She entered in and was about to speak when Ian, behind his desk, cut her off.

"Love, I am in no relationship with her in anyway and I'm insulted that you thought I was." He said too calmly for her not to get mad.

"Well when she walks in here like she did and calls you 'Ian-Poo!' and 'Jose' I just assume you're her's!"

Ian looked up to her with his amber eyes wide. "Love, I call her that to annoy her, to make it clear I don't enjoy her present. You should know that if I am even in any romance relationship I would ever..." He stopped himself to look at her again with he eyes narrowed and her arms crossed. He had the balls to smile.

"You are so jealously." He chucked. She felt herself turn red.

"What?!" She screamed. He laughed even more and Amy's anger boiled over.

"What?!" She screamed again, louder this time.

"Love, just sit down I'll explain everything." He waved her to a chair. She hated herself for obeying.

"Amelia, she a childhood friend of Natalie's. She comes every month or so to buy painting from me and that's it. I never liked her in anyway. She just too cheerful and...happy." He said. Amy could tell he wasn't lying ,thanks to her training, but she still didn't like the fact she was here and she was scared of losing Ian.

"Amy, I promise you." He said, now serious. "She's nothing but a consumer to me that pays very well."

"Does she like you?" Amy asked but thought right after: Which girl in her right mind doesn't?

"Obviously." He didn't look happy about that, but he did seemed to be fighting back a proud smirk.

"What did two do all day?" Amy just had to know, a few ideas popped into her head earlier and she didn't like any of them.

Ian smirked again, reading her thoughts yet again. "It took her half the day to deiced on what she wanted and the other half to tell us all about her life." He looked at Amy and her heart raced again. It was difficult to stay mad at him when he constantly looked at her that way.

"I'm sorry I made you feel that way though." He reached out his hand across the table, meaning to meet her's, and it did. They smiled, and she was no longer mad. Till..

"God, you were mad." Ian smiled again and she almost killed him with the stapler.

"I was not mad." She said. He laughed.

"Yes, you were."

"No, I'm not."

"Your face was very red from anger Amelia. And your eyes were getting greener by the second with envy. All I have to say,Love is that you look so cute right now."

"IAN!" Amy got up and headed for the door.

"Oh, and Amy." She didn't want to but she did turned around to him. "Save me some chocolate ice cream next time."

Slam.

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