A pitiful stream of water dribbled from the metal pipe into the metal pitcher. It was agonizing to wait for it to fill up. He learned very quickly that the water from the Northwest's well was something that tested his patience. Especially when it came to filling up Pacifica's bath. Dipper finally let out a sigh of relief just as the pitcher filled up. He shut the faucet off and placed the pitcher on the silver tray, next to an upside-down cup and a folded napkin. Gideon had only asked for water and the typical reaction for a butler would be to retrieve a glass of water. But Dipper saw right through his sugar-coated speech. He was vicious. He was the kind to throw fits when he didn't get what he wanted. As much as Dipper didn't want to bring him a pitcher of water he also didn't want to get fired. Pacifica may have been unable to fire him or his sister, but he suspected that Preston would let anything slide for Gideon's approval.

He walked through manor, careful not to spill any water, until he reached the guest wing. Mabel stood outside the door, her eyes low, as if she was lost in thought. She looked up when she spotted her brother walking down the hall. Dipper was shocked that she snatched the tray out of his hands and waltzed into Gideon's room.

The grand clock in the foyer chimed five times, signifying five o'clock. A breath of exhaustion escaped Dippers lips. The day was finally over. He turned away from the door to the guest suite and began heading to the servant's quarters. A flash of blonde caught Dipper's eye and he turned his head toward Pacifica's section of the Manor. She was standing in the center of the hall, right in front of her door. A strand of her blonde hair was wrapped around her finger.

Dipper held his breath, hoping that the heiress wouldn't hear him. He stood silent for a moment, waiting to see what she would do. Instead of whipping her head around, she remained motionless. Dipper took one step toward her. Then another. She was dangerously still.

"Miss. Northwest?" He spoke as he approached her, his voice snapping her out of whatever daze she was in. "Is there anything else you need today?" He yearned to ask her if anything was wrong, but he didn't want to face any repercussions that came with the question.

Her gaze drifted toward him, her blue eyes looked lost. Her lips were hung in a delicate pout. She said nothing, only stared at him with wide eyes.

"Miss Northwest, I know I shouldn't ask," he began, afraid to voice the question. "Is there something the matter?"

Something in her blue eyes flickered, changing her confused expression to one of sadness. "No," she said in a whisper, though Dipper knew she was lying. He could see it in her eyes. Gideon was not the knight in shining armor that she expected. Anything she'd heard about Gideon were nothing but fiction. Woven tales of wonder to lure in her heart.

"I'm sorry," A wave of pity washed over him. He still hated the Northwest's and their lifestyle, but no one deserved to be lied to. Especially about something that was going to affect the rest of their lives.

Her expression looked as though it was going to crack but then she straightened her posture and spoke. "There is nothing else I need this evening."

He nodded in understanding. "Good night, Miss Northwest." He gave a short bow then continued on down the hall.

The ceiling of the servant's room was just as boring as the rest of the room and the rest of the servant's quarters.

"What's the matter?" His sister's voice pulled him away from his trance. He looked over to see her scowling at him. She was wearing the simple white cotton jumpsuit that all the servants got for nightwear.

"Nothing," he went back to staring at the ceiling.

"You've been like that for three hours, you even missed dinner." She raised an eyebrow at him then let out a deep breath. "I thought we discussed this," she said in a voice barely above a whisper. The servants were not to speak at all about the Northwest family.

Dipper looked over at his twin, her eyebrows were drawn together and her lips in a frown. Concern flashed in her dark brown eyes. "We did." He said bluntly. "Sorry," he recanted quickly. "I just feel kind of sorry for her."

"I can't blame you, I wouldn't want to be marrying him either." She shuddered. "All that sweet talk is just a façade. He's rude and he's greedy. He yelled at me when I nearly spilled a drop of water. I can't imagine what he'll do to Pacifica if they're ever alone together."

"She just looked so disappointed." He let out a breath then returned his gaze to the ceiling.

"I hope you remember that we're just here to work and get money. Mom and Dad are counting on it. Goodnight, Dipper." She blew out the already dying candle.

His heart dropped. He didn't want to admit it to himself, it would just make the situation worse. They were here to work. He was here to work. Dipper's sole purpose for taking the only job available in town was so they could get money for their parents. All the talk of gold made them move to California, but southern California was not rich in the substance. It was too much trouble to move so Dipper and Mabel went elsewhere for work.

Working for people like the Northwest's appalled him. He still hated Preston Northwest but he couldn't say the same for his daughter. He was sure Pacifica didn't even know his name yet he didn't care. There was something about the way her sapphire eyes sparkled all the time. And something about that afternoon made his heart ache. Gideon Gleeful was not deserving of Pacifica Northwest. And neither was he.

But nothing was going to change how he felt about her.

I don't really like this chapter. And I'm sorry for being gone so long and this short chapter is in no way going to make up for that, but the next one for Pacifica is going to be super long. Promise.

Also, just as an edit: the time line has moved two decades so that instead of the 1830's its now the 1850's. It just makes it easier because of the gold rush.

Thanks for reading.