Epsd 4

"Nice to meet you, ma'am," greeted Bisila, her eyes catching on the fact that she was the lady of the house, which was fortunately correct.

"Who is this weirdly dressed girl in our house?" asked Ms. James with an air in her eyes.

Ms. James looked like a very elegant, blonde woman who was majestically built. She had very bright blue eyes that commanded attention. She wore a distinguished shade of nail polish, specially stocked for her from London. Her long black hair gave her a distinguished, mischievous appearance, and she always stood tall to confront anything that threatened her luxurious lifestyle.

Apparently, the moment Ms. James set her eyes on Bisila, a grasp in her heart built, giving their relationship a very unbearable start.

"Now when I look at the two of you, your resemblance mesmerizes," complimented Mr. James, who was seated in front of the two.

Evidently, they really did look alike, sharing the color of eyes and hair. Bisila was clearly slim despite wearing more distinguished clothing than the other women, much like Ms. James, who always bragged about her satin long tight dresses that her beloved husband had bought her from London.

"Are you suggesting that I and this, um... boy-girl look alike? Are you losing your sight, darling?" mimicked Ms. James walking up to her husband. "What's your name, girl?"

"Bisila ma'am," she uttered, trying to keep her peace.

"I didn't believe you would be so quiet, dear. Tell me. Are you afraid of my wife?" smirked Mr. James, pinching Bisila's humor.

"Of course not, James. She is a very impressive lady. I was listening to her talk. She explained—"

"She just called you James. Don't say your ears aren't working either," Ms. James interrupted. "I mean, she just called me impressive, but then."

"Oh no ma'am, You're always impressive, but there's more. I like your elegance. You're such a lovely and beautiful woman. I've just met you, but I think you are very smart too," praised Bisila, exceeding her compliments.

"Well. You're right about all that. But what I don't get is why you're in my house. Our house," smirked Ms. James at her husband.

"Of course honey, I was meaning to introduce you to her. She will be helping out our daughter-in-law," Mr. James stepped up to explain Bisila's presence. "I want her to have the comfort that her family has been providing her. And I know well enough that you wouldn't want to share Matilda with anyone."

"Of course I wouldn't. But couldn't you have found another Matilda instead of this um... What's her name again?" Ms. James pointed up to Bisila, measuring her.

"Listen honey," John walked up to his wife, touching her shoulder. "This house doesn't need another Matilda. It needs her. A young, excited soul. The world is changing. Young people need young company."

"Yeah, whatever," snapped Ms. James, throwing herself away.

"And also, She will only be responding to me, Anna, and myself. Don't try to make her your maid," smirked John, walking to his study as his wife continued to agree in disagreement.

"Of course I wouldn't. Could you just get those clothes off? Find something better than that," she whispered to Bisila, who rapidly walked away to head up the stairs to her gifted room, then later on walked to the supposed room her mistress Anna was supposed to stay in.

She walked around it, admiring the setting and the big bed that was ready for the newly wedded to keep them awake all night.

She then saw her eyes through the two windows that faced outside the quarters of the other servants in the house.

At her side was a young man, the supposed chef, who kept an eye on her waving, but she distinctly ignored him, walking back to the door when she was suddenly startled by Mr. James.

"You gave me a grip over there, sir," she held her chest in awe.

"I was looking for you," he smirked, walking up to her. "I received a call from Davinson, and he says that you should pick up your clothes by tomorrow afternoon."

"Alright. That's good news. That means that I will be suited up before Ms. Anna arrives."