Rebecca Ch 6
Au Note: Well, I was gone or a day and was missed. I try to post a chapter every night but I'm not sure if I can every single day. Sorry.
Anyway, this chapter takes place between the second through fourth day Rebecca is there so you'll see the rest of the girls and how they treat her and how they treat Maxon at the end of the day. Of course we have to start with everyones's favorite character, Celeste.
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Without further ado, Rebeca Ch 6
The next day I got woken up at 6:30 by Lucy again. Who said America wanted to see me before I had to go to Celeste. This had me really annoyed. I didn't like people waking me up earlier than I had to be up, then again, America didn't seem like the type to get up early either. Which confused me, why would someone get up at 6:30 when they don't have to?
"Lucy, what's going on?" I asked, taking my glasses from her, making sure to press the button on the side to have it start recording.
"Lady Celeste doesn't have the best record with maids. America wants to make sure you're ready for her."
"What bad record?"
She looked at the other maids I shared a dorm with in the servant's chambers. They all had a look of pity on their faces. Lucy leaned a bit forward and whispered, "There have been incidents, Rebecca. Bad things have happened to Celeste's maids."
"Like what?"
The maids that had surrounded us a minute ago all seemed to remember they had somewhere to be and left in a hurry. They were scared, and they weren't even going into the lion's den; I was.
Lucy ushered me toward America's door and we made it there in record time. The same guard was there as before and Lucy smiled at him. He smiled back and tilted an imaginary cowboy hat at her before opening the door for her.
Inside, the room was filled with static electricity, as it always seemed to be when something was happening. It was as if the girls that occupied the room physically changed the dynamic of the room to match their mood. It was as if the room was alive and elt the same thing America and her servants were feeling.
"You wanted to see me?" America looked up from where she was pacing in the middle of the room. She tried for a smile, but there wasn't the spark in her eyes. Instead they looked like an ocean that was experiencing a hurricane.
"Yeah I did," she waved me toward the table and chair where the girls did her hair and makeup and she waved my hair into a complicated and tight French braid, "Rebecca, Celeste isn't like me. She doesn't like people being free and easy around her. When she gives you an order you follow it that second, if not a second before. Do you understand me? You call her Lady Celeste, you curtsy every time she speaks to you. Treat her, well, treat her like royalty.
"After you finish the order, back off. Get at least arm's length away from her. Lord knows what she'll o if you do something wrong."
By that time, I was pretty freaking scared. America had Anne, the eldest of the maids, not Lucy, with me. "Why do I feel like I'm going into the lion's den?"
"It's because you are. Take Lady America's advice. She deals with Celeste all the time. She's heard the stories, seen the bruises. Be careful."
As she pushed me into Celeste's door I tried to turn and ask her, "Bruises? What bruises?" But she had already closed the door, the clock in the corner struck seven, and the sounds of kissing stopped. Oops.
I turned around to see Lady Celeste planted firmly in Prince Maxon's lap, apparently just finishing a make out session with him.
"What the hell, Rose?" she screeched.
Who was Rose? Was she talking to me? "Uh," Prince Maxon said, standing up, and of kicking her off his lap, "You did kind of ask her here at seven, it's seven." He then turned to me, "And, none of the other Ladies should hear about what you just saw."
"Of course, Prince Maxon. None of your ladies will hear anything about this." He flinched, noticing the loophole that I had used. America never refers to herself as a lady, she's made that very clear. She knew this was going to make it back to her. The very person he didn't want it to.
I almost felt bad for him, but he deserved it. He can't be dong that when I know very clearly he has feelings for America and absolutely non for Celeste.
"Goodbye Prince." Celeste said, ushering him out. Prince Maxon had not said he was leaving, but he left anyway saying he had something to sort out something. He was looking at me, so I hoped he was going straight to America.
"Ring for the other slaves," Lady Celeste said. I noticed that she said the word slaves instead of servants. I don't know why that was so frustrating but it just degraded us and every Six out there.
"Yes ma'am," I curtsied to her, like America suggested and rang the bell, although it was closer to her than it was to me.
Within minutes, three maids came running with a big clothing bag, all of them out of breath, "You're late. Don't get on my nerves again."
They curtsied and got the dress out. Celeste was not pleased with it, "Are you kidding me! You insolent fools! This will never be good enough! I have to win and you idiots are ruining me! Do you hear?"
Celeste started towards one of the maids, the youngest by the looks of it, only about thirteen. She had a look of pure terror on her face. Celeste raised her hand and I felt a slap on my face. I had jumped in front of the little girl.
The door surged open and America grabbed Celeste's hand as she came down for the next blow, this time purposely aiming for my face. Lucy, Anne, and Mary gathered around me, trying to make sure I
America's face showed nothing but white, blind anger, Celeste's eyes were full of confusion and a little fear.
"I'd put your hand down if I were you Celeste. This could get real messy real soon. I would win the fight, or did you not find that out the last time?"
America didn't let me out of her sight the rest of that day, and although she didn't say much about it Prince Maxon came to see her that evening and they had discussed something in hushed voices in the corner of the infirmary. Luckily, I noticed that one of Sam's ultra awesome video cameras was right above them, recording every word.
The next day, the swelling had gone down, America had finally detached the little girl I had saved from my hip, and I was back on the job, although America had a guard stand outside the door f every room I went into. I got the camera Sam had given to me that first day up on the ceiling of the Women's room while I was there with Kriss and Elise, both of whom were notorious gossipers and totally obsessed with feathers. Who knew?
We had walked by Maxon that day and I had experienced the most boring interaction with human beings in my life. I did, however, note that both the girls were extremely formal with the Prince, never using just his first name like America did, and never trying to touch parts that were covered by his suit like Celeste did. He was kind to Elise and friendly toward Kriss, but there was no spark, I almost fell asleep listening to there conversation for five minutes. After ten, I wanted to bang my head into a wall, after fifteen I politely told Kriss and Elise that I was needed elsewhere and they let me go. I went to America's room and she cheered me up really well.
And those were my extremely dramatic or boring interactions with each of the Elite.
I would have never guessed. The girls are either boring or insane. I don't know which one is better.
Au Note: Thoughts, questions? I know it was long and the last bit kind of boring but hopefully it wasn't too bad. Make a request down below. We are on day four now and I have day five planned out as well as the last one and the aftermath one that will be from either Maxon's or America's POV. Incase you lost count that is a total of eight spots I have to fill in, so request, request, request.
Who thinks Celeste is a word that means girl dog? Do you think I portrayed her right? I tried to be as close to her character as I could, but I really wanted her first encounter with Celeste to be the one where she finds out what a brat she is because she won't get very much time with her, and honestly her characters not really going to go any place with her character development. That's her secret that's going to blow up at the end, she done! Check that off my list!
Anyway, review with suggestions, I'm tired I'm goin to bed. May your nightmares not be filled with Celestes and your dreams to be filled with Prince Maxons. Peace dearies