Aria
“Okay! This is a game my grandma told me she used to play when she was a little girl,” Mim explains as she sits across from me on the bed, both of us cross legged and laughing already. She has a pair of oranges in her hand and gives one to me as she explains with the other one.
“How do you play?” I ask, interrupting before she even gets a chance to tell me, even though I know that’s what she was about to do.
Giggling, Mim says, “You have to peel as much of the orange as you can without breaking the peel. Then, you stand on the bed and say, ‘Show me my mate!’ and toss the orange peel over your shoulder. However it falls on the ground, it will reveal the first letter of your soulmate’s first name.”
SebastianI am dreaming about Aria again. I know it is a dream because nothing like this would happen in real life, at least… it never has before. I am walking down the hallway near my office, and I hear a beautiful singing voice coming from one of the rooms nearby. I can’t help but follow the sound of the haunting melody, sung in a high soprano voice. The tune winds its way around my soul as it leads me closer to the source, much like a siren luring sailors to crash against rocky shores.I open the door and see Aria dusting a grand piano. She is alone in a room that doesn’t exist inside of our home. We do have a grand piano, but it’s in the parlor, not a side office. This room is nearly empty, other than the piano. And the girl.I walk into the room and notice her ski
SebastianI knock on the door of my father’s office and wait for him to call me in. Instead, his right-hand man, Grip, opens the door. I’ve never liked the guy. He’s far too brash and seems to think he’s a tough guy when he’s really not. I know I could beat the shit out of him with one hand tied behind my back. Still, my father likes the guy, so I’m polite to him as I say, “Hi. Father called.”I notice that Grip is looking at me oddly, probably staring at my shirt. I am uncomfortable, but I don’t let on. He says nothing, only steps aside so that I can come into the room.Inside, my father, Victor, is seated behind his desk. Another of his associates, a large, bulging man named Wheeler, is seated across from him. There are two other chairs. I wait fo
I rush up the stairs, back to my room, even though I am conflicted at this point as to whether or not I should go speak to Dez or even Aria first. I know what I will choose to do after I dismiss Gloria. I know that I will choose to make Aria my personal maid, even though it is a mistake for more reasons than I can count. Being attracted to a servant is not a good idea, especially not the one that is responsible for cleaning my underwear and making my bed, but there isn’t anyone else I would dare ask.I won’t be asking. I need to remember that. Of course, it will come across that way when I invite her to my office, have her sit across from me like a client, and tell her what is going to happen. I will ask her if she would like to take the position when it comes out of my mouth, but even if she says she’d rather not, it is not an option. Once I’ve posed the question to her, she cannot
AriaMim is hilarious. Even though we are just polishing the wood furniture in the library, she finds a way to make me laugh. No matter what we are doing, with Mim beside me, it’s fun. I can’t imagine how I would’ve survived this experience without her. She makes what would otherwise be an impossible job a great experience.She is in the middle of impersonating a comedian she’s seen on television, back when she was at home and could watch television, when the library door opens. We both draw our faces into straight expressions as we take in the form of the woman standing there. It’s Elvira, and she is not amused.“Mimosa!” she says in an angry shout. “How many times must I ask you not to be so loud and obnoxious while you’re working?”
AriaI follow Sebastian up the stairs to his room, my pulse racing. I wish I would’ve had the opportunity to go tell Mim that I wouldn’t be back, but I can hardly do that now. I also wish I would’ve cleaned a little more quickly today. She’ll have so much to do herself. Maybe I can go and help her finish after I clean Sebastian’s room. We clean so many rooms downstairs during the day, I can’t imagine it could possibly talk me all day to clean his room and his bathroom.We are not using the staircase I normally use, the one in the back of the house, the one for help. Instead, we are using the main staircase, the one in the front of the house. I have never gone up or down these stairs and get a little lost admiring how elegant they are, with their hand carved railing and thick red carpeting.
SebastianI cannot get down the stairwell fast enough. Aria is so beautiful, and she smells so divine, just being around her makes my heart beat out of my chest and my breath catch in my throat. If I am going to get any work done today at all, I’ve got to find a way to get her out of my mind.In the meantime, I need to go let Mim know what’s going on. It wouldn’t be fair for me not to tell her myself.I follow the sounds of her singing softly to herself down the hallway and find her in one of the offices currently unoccupied by the member of my dad’s henchmen that generally operates out of this space. Mim is dusting the furniture as she sings, and I can’t help but smile at her. She really is quite the entertainer. It’s no wonder Dex has it so bad for her. I
AriaIt’s really important to me to do the best job possible cleaning Sebastian’s room, so I am multitasking as much as possible. I have a load of laundry in--mostly towels, though I also need to wash his sheets--I have sprayed the bathtub so that the cleaner can start to loosen some of the grime that has adhered itself to the tile over the last few weeks when it’s been pretty clear that Gloria hasn’t actually been cleaning anything, and I’m busy dusting all of the furniture so that I can vacuum. I know I have to make time to iron all of his shirts, too. I knew there was something wrong the moment I first saw him this morning because his shirt was so wrinkly. He’s usually so put together.The room is super quiet, and I wish I would’ve asked Mr. Sebastian if it’s okay for me to listen to music while I
Aria“Spill!” Mim demands the second I catch up to her downstairs. I have finished cleaning Sebastian’s room. All of his shirts are ironed and hanging in his closet. The towels are folded, and the sheets that were on his bed are folded and placed in his closet so that when I change his sheets again, probably the day after tomorrow, I can put them back on his bed. I have sent his other bedspread out to be dry cleaned and am told it should be back in a day or two so that I can have it on hand the next time I need to completely change his bed. I hope if I can keep the sheets clean, the bedspread won’t need cleaning quite as frequently.Mim is dusting an office near the end of the hallway we were assigned to clean that day, so she has made a lot of progress on her own. I am slightly surprised, but then, if she has no one to dis