Authors Note: Thanks for the follow and reviews! I feel like this chapter is kind of rushed, but I wrote it on the spot. But, I digress. I hope you all enjoy this chapter, please R&R! 3
It was a tradition, it was history, it was built upon what her ancestors stood for.
It was dark outside, plagued with a snow-storm. Gill's evil face stood prominent in her mind. What did it mean? A text document. It made sense it the talk of soul-mates. When one cures the soul of evil, and purifies it with goodness and thoughtfulness, only then will the skies clear, only then will the match be prepared for a forever joyful love. But until then, your sky will be tormented.
"Ah! Hey! You- Wait!" She called to the man confused on what she really wanted. Maybe she was just looking for someone to talk to. They headed for the black limo parked in front of her business. Realizing that the Prince was not there, the crowd began to deplete and continue on with their days. Despite being a brand new morning, the sky was still gray with snow.
The man stopped. ".. Yes?" He replied, seemingly out of politeness only.
She thought for a moment. She felt comfortable with him, there was no need to beat around the bush. "Where are you taking me? And more importantly... why?" She asked sincerely, a hint of sadness in her voice. She stopped and looked down at the pavement, her thumbs fiddled with each other uneasily. "It's about what happened yesterday, isn't it..." She stated after a long pause. It was easy to be guessed since he didn't reply.
He only nodded. "So... That's what you meant yesterday." Again, he only nodded, she began walking forward before he stopped her with his stern oice.
"Lift your head up and look at me carefully." He told her, his eyes fierce. They seemed to pore into her skin. He left it burning. Angela lifted her head, face dirty with tears and regret. "I'm only going to tell you this once. People like you and I don't make it into this world. We live off of serving others, and you'll do well to understand that. Although I would have rather you had said nothing yesterday, we both know you can't change the past. Next time, do yourself a favor, and don't try and change the inevitable."
Angela didn't know what to think. Was he really telling her that she should have listened to him talk so poorly on her family and her restaurant? And not said a word? Of course she knew that it was hard to get a better life for yourself when she was so far down, but the thought never crossed her mind that she would give up on surviving and living life to it's fullest potential with her family. "Yah!" She called.
He looked to her again and he smiled. "What?" He stalled. "You want to know my name, don't you? Girls like you are so predictable." He glanced at her, awaiting her answer with confidence.
She fidgeted. "Y-you don't know everything!" She stuttered. "... Just tell me what it is."
He took a step back from the curb and turned to her extending his hand. "My name is Toby. I am the head butler at Castanet Castle. Now, Miss Angela, we must hurry." He turned back and opened the door for her to get in. Stepping past him swiftly, and bowing to him, she stepped inside the spacious vehicle.
To her surprise, another person was sitting in there as well. Toby shut the door on the two and waved them off before walking away.
"... Chase..." She said softly.
"I'm not surprised you remembered my name." He said, looking out of the blackened window, keeping his eyes off of her. "Most women do." Her face turned red, and burned. She hid her face by looking down at the floor. After a moment he spoke again. "Gill has a perspective on life that's different than most peoples'... He has decided that because of your... How do I say nicely... Spunk that you have shown yesterday, that you will be working as a maid in his castle."
She lifted her head and held out a finger to him, opening her mouth to protest. "Before you refuse, or try to refuse, if you don't accept this offer, your parent's restaurant will be closed down and you will be forced out of the city." He stated. "I decided that to save you from him telling you all this, that I'd do it. This is on my own accord, so I'd appreciate it if you kept this as a secret amongst us. Is that fair?"
She sat there in a moment of silence, slowly collecting her thoughts. "... Thank you." Was all she could muster up the courage to say. However unfair this situation might be, she guessed that because of her actions, this was what had to be done to repay the prince for her actions. Her ears steamed with the words her mind could only think.
"No, of course, I should be the one to thank you. I haven't had that much of a laugh in a long while."
"A... Laugh?" She asked.
"Because of your actions, Gill hasn't stopped fuming around his house with things he would do to you. I've never seen him this caught up over something. You are the first girl to ever stand up to him like that. I was impressed to say the least." He smiled as he recalled the memories of the day before.
"Is... Ah, Chase... Is Gill harmless?" She asked, breaking the light-hearted tone Chase tried to carry.
"It isn't Gill you need to worry about." He said after a moment. "You know, you're really nosy." He shooed her off for the rest of the ride. And all she could do was sit there and pout.
After a long moment of sitting in the car, they arrived at the gate once again. To her surprise it opened immediately. 'Do they have some sort of car tracker?' She wanted to ask, but instead just smiled to herself. She didn't know why she could still smile after all this was thrown on her. She didn't want to be sad though... She did what was best for her family.
The car pulled around the circular driveway and up to the front of the house. Almost instantaneously the door opened by an unfamiliar butler. They really were all about being punctual. Nervously she stepped out of the limo.
Two men stepped from around the car and grabbed her by the elbows. She screamed as loud as she could. Of course, being on the Prince's property, not much could be done about her situation. Still, she kicked and screamed. "HELP!" She yelled. To no prevail. The men covered her mouth with a cloth the rendered her unconscious through lack of oxygen.
Angela awoke in a slightly familiar place. She rubbed her temples and looked around with a yawn.
"You slept long enough." A male voice said. Angela shrieked and covered her top with a pillow.
"What are you doing in my room...?" She asked the man who's face was covered by the daily paper.
"I could ask you the same thing, but I won't because I know why you're in my room." He lowered the paper. It was Gill. Angela's face scorned. She waited on the news as to why she was so urgently brought here.
"Ah, Prince. Don't you know this is kidnapping? I could have your men arrested for knocking me unconscious like that!" He smiled and snapped his fingers. Toby rushed in from the other room, with a black and white cloth in his hand. Toby bowed to the blonde-headed Prince.
"Before I go and just let you wear this, I have to tell you, it's very expensive. More expensive than your life. From today on you are entitled to wear it." He tossed it at her.
"What is this?! And why don't you tell me why I'm here!" She held it up and examined it. "A... Maids outfit?"
"From today forward, you will be my personal maid. Everything better be perfect, or else. Tomorrow morning you are to report to my room at 8 in the morning, don't be one minute late, you hear?" Gill stood up and left the room leaving Toby and Angela in the room.
"... Is he serious?" Toby nodded and began to walk away, but he stopped.
"He asked for me to make it into a large size..." He said. "He's used to stick thin models, don't worry though, I measured you in your sleep... It should fit perfectly.. Oh... And don't worry about your parents, they have been notified of your position." He smiled, bowed slightly, and walked out of the room. She couldn't help but blush.
...
Then she thought seriously about the mess she was in. She buried her face in her hands. 'What have I done?'
Lalala, hopefully I can gather more details for the nest chapter! Thanks for reading! - Unwritten.