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Walking over to the bed, I take the sweater away from her. Gently, but I don’t like her making fun of my grandmothers hard work.
“Isn’t it?” I say “If you like it that much, then I’m sure my grams could make one for you too.”
Snorting, Lucretia shoots me a smirk. “I suppose it’s not that bad. For being white trash fashion it’s actually somewhat decent.”
My heart skips a beat because I hate that word. WT.
“You know, being nice is not going to kill you,” I say carefully, “it can actually feel pretty good.”
“Already thinking we’re equals, just because my father felt sorry for you and let you move in,” Lucretia says with an eye roll. “But don’t get too comfortable, you’ll be out of here soon, just like the other ones.”
“Other ones?” I ask and Lucretia lets out a laugh.
“Oh, come on carrots. You didn’t think you were the first maid my father has taken an interest to?”
Dread fills me and I look at her, hoping she won’t see the anguish in my eyes.
“What are you talking about?”
Lucretia flares out with her hands. “That’s what they do. All rich men fiddle with the help. It’s nothing to get all worked up about. I hope you didn’t think he’s actually able to have feelings for someone like you?”
I stare at her, frozen and ashamed of myself that I did actually allow myself to think that.
“Don’t look so pathetic. I’m only telling you this so that you won’t get your feelings hurt.” Pulling herself up from the bed, she shoots me an astounded smile. “You know, you really were right. It does feel good to be nice.”
She stops in the doorway. “Oh and by the way, you already know we’re having a party here tomorrow but I’m going to need help with getting my hair done. So, you better watch some YouTube tutorials until then because if I end up looking like a scarecrow, I’m getting you fired.”
With a choked snigger, she walks out of the room, leaving a trail of expensive perfume that makes me sneeze. Wrapping my arms around me, I try to stop myself from shuddering. I thought that maybe Mr. Smith really felt something towards me.
He did make me feel special. But apparently I’m not the only one...
To distract myself I put on music on my phone, causing the rest of the staff to give me dirty looks and I immerse myself in work, doing more than Mr. Smith has asked of me. I’m busy fluffing up a pillow with fringes when I hear him call my name from downstairs, but I don’t answer.
My heart pounds in my chest as I listen to him searching for me but I’m in the more secluded room where all the antiquities are and I hope he won’t come in here. I’m not ready to face him...
“Nell,” he says in a hard voice, standing in the doorway, “didn’t you hear me calling?”
Pinching my lip, I shake my head and he stabs his fingers through his hair. He’s dressed in a three piece suit, looking sharp and regal while I feel frazzled and basic in my uniform.
“I want you in my office now,” he continues. “I need it cleaned.”
Running a duster over a bust of a mythological deity, I murmur, “But I’m busy in here now.”
A chill enters the room, making me gasp and I look up at him. Usually I never say no to him like this. Ever.
“I need you in my office. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
“Why?” I whisper. “Why do you need me?”
“Why don’t you needme?” he says in a suddenly rough voice and I look at him in surprise, not knowing what to answer when Lucretia floats into the room, disturbing us.
“Big Daddy, I didn’t even know you were home. What are you doing in here...” her eyes register me and they immediately turn black, “oh.”
That little oh, makes me blush and I turn back to dusting while Mr. Smith looks like he’s working hard to keep himself under control.
“Don’t take too long in here, Nell,” Mr. Smith says sounding like a real boss and he turns around, “I mean it.”
I nod hesitantly even though I plan on drawing it out, but when I move my head around again I catch Lucretia’s hand move towards the bust and she flings it over, causing it to fall to the floor and break.
