4. The Visitors

MIRABEL

"Wake up."

I heard someone say accompanied by a tap on my body.

My eyes fluttered open as my head banged. Standing in front of me with a frown on her face was a maid.

"Wake up." She said again, her tone harsher.

For some seconds, I had wondered who she was and where I was because this wasn't my room and I don't recall taking a job as a maid or anything and then it snapped on me.

I had gotten married to Giveon, my high school bully and he had accused me of wanting to seduce him and kicked me out with a blanket out of his room.

I recalled how I had been humiliated and kicked out of the room to falling down the stairs. A kind maid had assisted me to this room where I had resided.

"You have to get dressed as some guests will be coming over today." The maid informed me.

I don't recall seeing her or knowing her from anywhere because it didn't make sense to me why she was being rude to me.

"Who?" I asked inquisitively.

"You will see for yourself but I've been told to assist you in getting dressed. I brought this dress over so go take your bath and get prepared," she informed me.

My eyes fell on the alarm clock and I realized that it was past two. Its afternoon already. My eyes widened in surprise. The day had gone so fast.

I sat on the bed, my head spinning and my body feeling weak.

I didn't know where my belongings were in the meantime. Everything was happening so fast that I could hardly keep track.

"Can you speak a little nicer?" I asked.

"I'm confused." She batted her lashes. "What do you mean by that? Am I supposed to speak to you in some special way? We don't have the whole day so it would be nice if you get up and get started."

"Excuse me?" I scoffed in disbelief.

"I will be leaving. I'd return shortly with the needful for you so I hope by then, you are done taking your bath." With that said, she walked out of the room leaving me confused.

I sat down for a moment trying to gather myself together before making my way to the bathroom. Everything was inside, bathing soap, sponge and also hair wash, and other skin care products.

I wondered who got it and when they got it because it was evident they hadn't been used. I had been brought in here by a maid and it made me wonder if this room belonged to another.

I left the room to go ask questions because I wouldn't just be using anyone's belongings and I needed to know where it was my clothes were.

Just as I stepped outside of the room, I met the maid who was in my room earlier. She had luggage with her.

"What are you doing?"

"What's your name?" I asked her.

"Zara. Now go back inside and take your bath. We have to get you prepared for today," she stated.

I hated how she spoke to me and I hated that I felt like she had something against me when we'd never met before. I ignored her and entered the room.

"Is that mine?" I asked once I entered the room.

"Yes, it's yours," she replied.

"Can you go shower already?"

"I saw some bathing soap and other stuff in the bathroom. Who do they belong to?" I asked, ignoring her words.

"They are all yours. You will be using them from now on," she replied and I scoffed in disbelief.

"I won't be using them. They aren't what I use. Now that my stuff is here, I'm going to use that and that's it. Don't try to interrupt me." I stated firmly, cutting her off.

I took my luggage from her. I unboxed my luggage and took out my bathing soap and other necessities I needed before going to take my bath. I returned to see the maid seated on the bed waiting for me.

I was starting to get irritated as I wondered what it could be that she had against me and why she was pressing.

"Can you get out for me to get dressed?" I said and to my surprise, she did leave the room for me to do the needful. Once I was done, I stepped out of the room to see her standing outside of the room.

She looked at me from head to toe but said nothing.

"Follow me," she said and I did as told, following her to take me to where it was that I was needed.

We arrived at the living room where I met Giveon, all dressed in a well-fitted button-up white shirt and grey chinos pants. He was dressed casually and looking good and I hated to admit that.

The minute I came to stand before him, he scrutinized me from head to toe making me a little conscious.

"Follow me," he said, looking away from him.

"To where?" I asked.

My heart was racing faster than normal and I didn't feel comfortable at all. I didn't like that I was feeling this way. My life had been a mess from yesterday to today.

We both walked into the dining table, a big spacious room with a long table and more than ten chairs surrounding it.

As we both settled on the seats, I avoided him. Some maids came into the room, standing at a distance but did nothing. Later on, my grandfather came in.

Upon seeing him, the knots in my stomach tightened.

"Good day," Giveon said to my grandfather.

I didn't understand what was happening and why he had shown up. Shortly after, Giveon's parents entered the dining room all dressed in smart casual outfits.

I didn't have a good feeling about this. Nobody told me about this and this is the morning after our wedding.

"I trust that you both have a great time," My grandfather said as the maids began to serve the food.

"They will get used to it. It's all a matter of time," Giveon's mother said.

"How was last night? I hope you are settling in well?" My grandfather asked me.

I forced a smile to my face because how could I tell him that it was good when I was kicked out after being humiliated out of a Giveons room? How do I tell him that I hated Giveon because he was my high school bully? How do I tell him that I want to take revenge on the man I'm married to and I want this marriage to end?

"Good," I said curtly, the word leaving a bitter aftertaste in my mouth.

"It will take time but you will both adjust," Giveon's mother said sounding cheery.

She had always been cheery. From the moment I met her to now. She's the only person I considered different. Her aura was different and she had a childish admirable personality.

"When you are all settled and free, I'd like for us to spend some time together," she said, looking at me.

I manage to keep a smile on my face. "Alright."

"You can call me Sandra until you are comfortable calling me mom, okay?" She gave me a warm smile that melted the insides of my stomach.

"Alright," I replied.

We continued to eat in silence. After we were done eating, Giveon's father spoke up.

"So we thought about something." He drank some water in his glass.

"Instead of you just sitting out at home and doing nothing, we considered that you should be working with Giveon, that way you will both get close to each other, making it easy for you both to get along."

"What?" Giveon and I voiced out simultaneously and in shock.