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Chapter 05
Jane waited for days to get a message from her Dad but she never got one. She saw in the news what had happened and that her father's dead body was found, but that they were looking for his teenage daughter still. Jane's heart broke this day. She didn't wanna live anymore now that her last family member was dead too.
The Italian girl tried to commit suicide by slashing her wrists but she got saved and was committed into a mental Institution because of that. Jane staid there for three months before they'd bring her to a foster home. The brunette hated life and the pain she felt because of her fathers death. That event had changed her forever.
10 years later...
"Jane here, take the glasses of champagne." Her supervisor said and handed Jane a tray full of champagne glasses. The Italian woman sighed and left the kitchen with it.
Jane wore a white blouse, a black vest, a black skirt and a black apron. Her hair were tightly back into a bun, exposing her beautiful face. This was just another job where she had to serve rich snots. She hated it, but it paid the bills and the tips were usually good.
She looked at all the men in tuxes and all the women in fancy dresses, chatting and laughing with each other, while a jazz band was playing in the background.
The guest of honor was yet to arrive. A handsome young man moved on the stage and talked to several people from time to time. From what Jane could tell this was a dinner to celebrate an engagement.
Several people took some drinks from her tray without even giving her a second glance. Then the room would silence a moment as the honored guest was announced.
"Please let us all welcome, my lovely fiancee, Maura Isles..." said the handsome young man.
He smiled as a woman in a rich black gown that sparkled like diamonds came in through the side door. Hair as golden honey and eyes as rich hazel green. She was striking as incredibly beautiful. She stepped on stage and he brushed her long locks aside to kiss her cheek. The people clapped and she smiled down into the large crowd.
People started moving again and talking again. Drinking and celebrating. A honey blonde haired man took two glasses from Jane's tray and handed one to Maura who stood nearby.
People surrounded her and she laughed softly at some of things that they said to her. She wore a long necklace that was head to toe diamonds Her rich shoulders held up her thin strapped gown.
Jane didn't believe her eyes as she saw her. She almost dropped her tray in shock. That couldn't be true. She thought, she'd never see her again. Jane have had a hard time to leave her past behind and now ten years later that woman was back.
She had to force herself to calm down. Maura's father had killed her Pops! He was the reason that she had a miserable rest of the life. Jane felt utterly sick and thought it was unfair that Maura seemed to have such a great, fancy life. She didn't deserve it! She always had been such a spoilt kid, and it never seemed to end.
Jane grabbed the tray harder, so her knuckles turned white, as she glared at the blonde woman. She hardly had changed. She had grown a bit, her face was a bit rounder, but her body was still slim. Jane stopped another waiter who passed her by with an empty tray.
"Luke, take that. I feel sick, I need some fresh air." Jane said and handed the tray to him, before she stepped outside on the balcony.
No one ever paid attention to Jane. Hardly anyone ever did. It had been that way her whole life and it was worse since her father's death.
This Maura was getting married...married to a rich man who was still going to give her everything. It was all for show. Maura had no interest in men, but this was what her father wanted. He didn't know his daughter loved women.
She smiled and was radiant as she moved through the crowd, but she rarely was near her soon to be husband. Maura finally would end up making her way to the balcony, thinking she was getting fresh air on her own, but she saw someone else had beaten her to it.
"Hot in there..." she said to waitress, but not looking at her face as she moved to the edge of the balcony and placed her hands on it, looking over the railing.
Just for a second, Jane had thought of giving Maura a push so she'd fall off the balcony, but pushed that thought aside rather quick.
Jane wrapped her arms around her slim frame, like she always did, and looked the other way as Maura talked to her.
"I'd hardly be hot when I'd wear such a short dress like you." Jane answered a bit sassy and looked at the lake.
Maura smiled at the young woman that turned away from her. She laughed softly. Her laugh was sweet.
"Right...but one can still get hot around a busy room. I just want to go home...take a nice hot bath and them celebrate," she said lightly with a huff.
She took a drink of her wine and then turned toward the waitress. "Shouldn't you be serving the guests? You aren't smoking so...it's not really your break, now is it?"
Jane didn't laugh or even pull a face to what Maura said. She kept turned away. The Italian woman felt anger inside her rising as Maura said that - acting like she was her boss, as if she could order Jane around just because she wasn't one of those rich women inside.
Without saying a word, Jane reached into her apron and got out a cigarette. She put it between her lips and lit it.
"Now it is." She simply said and blew the smoke out.
Maura blinked and licked her upper lip. She cast a glance back inside and really no had noticed she was gone just yet. She swallowed and stepped a bit closer to the other woman.
"You wouldn't happen to have another one of those in your pocket, now would you," she asked her, studying her from behind. Nice body, yes. A dark mane of hair, yes. Long legs, yes with a killer backside, double yes. This woman was hot. Maura shuddered and blinked.
Jane took a long drag and then blew grey smoke out in the cool dark. Without turning around, she held the cigarette over her shoulder out to Maura, holding it between her forefinger and middle finger.
"My last. Trying to quit anyways." The brunette said.
"Right, me too," she said and simply took the cigarette and took a long puff from it.
She sighed and felt instantly relaxed. She handed it back to the woman and then turned back to the balcony. She sighed again.
"So, what's your story...you seem slightly odd, but I find that alluring," she said, looking out into the night sky. Her face was just as pretty as it had been ten years ago...only now it was that of a mature woman, rounder, fuller, still soft.
She took the cigarette back from her and took another long drag, looking out at the sea and the moon that was reflecting in it.
"My story? There's no story. I'm a waitress." Jane said simple. "What is yours?" She then asked her and raised a brow, even though Maura couldn't see that.
Maura shook her head and stared out at the sea. She swallowed and shrugged her shoulders even if the woman was not looking.
"Getting married for show. It's what society wants for a girl like me. To be paraded around like some door prize," she said in disgust.
She had changed, but Jane had no idea just how much yet. The day that she had heard that Jane's father had been killed...she just stopped. Everything that she did, the dancing the fooling around...that and the rape and loss of her baby had simply changed her.
"From a girl like you..." Jane repeated her words and then silenced. "...why do you care so much about what society expects from you? It's not society you try to please, it's someone else...I assume it's your father." Jane simply said.
With that statement the brunette also wanted to find out if Maura's dad was still alive or if he got killed by now. Jane wasn't out for revenge she forsworn the violence and the killing. She had decided not to become like her father even though she knew it was what he had wanted her to do.
"Is it that obvious," she said, running her fingers across her forehead and sighing. She closed her eyes for a moment.
"It's what he wants...so I must do it. He had done so much, so make him happy...I guess," she muttered and shrugged again. She looked at the woman, who still she had not seen her face and licked her lower lip.
"I don't actually...I just want to be who I am...have a little fun and just be me..." she said concerning society.
"Trying to please other people all your life instead of caring for your own needs or what you want, won't bring you anywhere, trust me." Jane said and took another drag of the cigarette. She blew the smoke slowly out and then snapped the cigarette off the balcony.
"I know right. I believe that one hundred percent. However...sometimes...that other side wins over anything else," she said and finally stepped back from the balcony. She looked the woman up and down.
"Thanks for talking to me..." she said before she moved back inside the building and to her guests. She moved easily within the crowds, smiling and drinking more.
Finally, she made her way back upstairs to her room within the hotel. She was stumbling down the hall.
When Maura was out of her sight again, Jane went back inside and continued to work, trying to avoid Maura. As the party was over and all the guests had left, Jane and the other waiters started to clean the glasses.
It was a long night and it was 4am by now - Jane just wanted to go home and sleep. As she finally was done, she took the cash from her boss. She grabbed her jacket and then left the event room.
Maura had forgotten something downstairs and after pulling on a robe, she made her way slowly to the elevator and then back down to the banquet hall. That was when it happened.
She was still stumbling slightly and that was when she ran right into the pretty brunette who was leaving the event's room. She yelped as she ran into her and finally they met eye to eye. Maura blinked and swallowed. "I am sorry...hum...I left something..."
Jane gasped as the blonde ran into her, since she had been lost in thoughts. As Jane saw it was Maura, she quickly turned her head to the side, avoiding eye contact.
"What did you leave in there? I just finished cleaning in there." Jane said matter of factly and moved with her back to the event's room, unlocking the door again.
"My necklace...I think," she mumbled and shook her head. She was drunk and very awkward with her movements. Maura reached for the pretty girl's shoulder and held to it to keep herself from falling over.
"Hey aren't you the one that was out on the balcony? You are soo pretty," she said softly.
Jane groaned lightly as Maura said that. "You are drunk." Jane only said while she moved with Maura around the hall to look for her necklace.
As they finally found it, Jane handed it to her. "Here you go. Now go back to your room. I'll miss my bus home otherwise because of you." The brunette said to the drunk blonde.
"Right...I don't want you to miss the bus. I would feel rather terrible if you did," she said and wobbled slightly as she turned around and started to head out of the hall. She grabbed at Jane's shoulder again and held on as they walked.
"Can you take me to my room? I just feel so dizzy...all of a sudden," she said, "I will pay for you to take a cab home."
Jane rolled her eyes but Maura couldn't see it. "Fine." Jane only said, not very happy about that. She stepped with the blonde in the elevator.
"What floor? Do you remember? And what about your room number?" Jane asked, moving to the buttons of the elevator, ready to push it.
"Oh thank you," she said with a sloppy, worn smile. "uhh...5 and room 532?" She wasn't sure, but then she looked down at her room card and nodded.
"566," she said with a slightly more bright tone to her words. She still held onto Jane's shoulder as they rode in the elevator then all the way down the all and even as she unlocked her door.
Jane had to follow her inside because Maura's hand was still on her shoulder. Maura finally let go and moved behind Jane, shutting the door.
"So how long are you going to play this game, Jane," came her soft eerie words before she turned around. She did not sound drunk at all now.
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