PEONY's POVThe next day, Luigi called me and said I could eat in the kitchen. He mentioned the option of having the meal delivered to my room if I preferred not to dine with his friend Russell. However, I felt it would be awkward to have the food delivered, so I opted to eat in the kitchen, even if I didn't want to dine with Russell.Upon entering the dining area, I found Russell had just finished eating. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw me, but that quickly turned into a grin."Good morning!" he greeted me, waving.I didn't want to ignore him, so I offered a smile. When I looked at the table, I was surprised by the variety of food spread out before me. Seriously? All this for just one person?"Is it someone's birthday?" I asked, still eyeing the table."Matty arranged it before he left earlier," Russell explained. "Isn't it your birthday today?"Huh? Did Luigi really arrange this? Could it be his birthday today?I turned to him and shook my head. "No."He shrugged. "Matty se
PEONY's POVI sighed, remaining there for a few seconds, staring at the door where Russell entered before following his instructions. Unsure, I felt a mix of nervousness and embarrassment, thinking about the housemaids talking about me.It's not that I'm embarrassed by any negative comments they made. What bothers me is that I'm new here, yet there's already some resentment towards me. They might think I haven't quite met their expectations or that I haven't been very outgoing.Isn't it discouraging to feel like an outsider when you're in a new environment and the people around you aren't very welcoming?I returned to the room, feeling lethargic. As I stepped inside, I slumped onto the bed like a starfish. "Did I do something wrong? Why are they angry at me? I was just thinking it's a waste to throw away food. Maybe they didn't like what I said," I muttered to myself. After a moment, I laid on my back and stared at the ceiling.Russell wouldn't scold the housemaids for talking behind
PEONY's POVAfter we finished eating, just as Luigi suggested, we went shopping for the things I would need for tomorrow. Honestly, I could have worn my old clothes, but Luigi insisted on buying new ones. Well, his family is wealthy, so it's better if I look presentable in front of them.Russell joined us for the shopping. Luigi didn't want to bring him along, but he insisted. We let him come since he's Luigi's friend and he might help us choose the right stuff.When we arrive home, the delightful sight of ready-to-eat food greets us, eliminating the need for any preparation. There's something truly satisfying about returning home to find a meal waiting for you. Even on days when exhaustion sets in, the simple joy of having a meal already laid out on the table is unparalleled.The following morning, I was roused from slumber by a gentle knock on my door. Upon opening it, I was met by a servant who informed me that Luigi had requested my presence. "Okay, I'll just get ready," I said b
This is a work of fiction; names, characters, businesses, places, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to the actual person, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.If you're looking for a perfect story don't continue reading this. Thanks!THIS STORY WILL CONTAINS MATURE WORDS AND A SCENE, SO READ IT AT YOUR OWN RISK.****PROLOGUE"AH! Damn it, Luigi. Please h-harder... Ugh!"I continue recession myself to hers. She likes it deeper, so I did what she wanted, because later, I'll do what I want.She continued calling out my name and moaning until we both came."Ah! That was fantastic!" she exclaimed. She really looks satisfied.I gave her a slight smile before pulling up my pants. As I stood up, I walked towards my cabinet. She sat on my bed, smoking, with the comforter draped over her body.I didn't know her well; we just had a casual encounter. She was a willing participant; I didn't force h
PEONY's POVI rubbed my eyes as I rose from the bed. A sharp headache took me by surprise."I didn't have any alcohol last night," I murmured to myself, opening my eyes.Even with the throbbing pain, I forced myself to get up, realizing this wasn't my room. It was far too grand and beautiful compared to what I was used to.Where am I?*CREAK*I swiftly looked toward the source of the noise. Darn it, I felt even dizzier after my actions. I instinctively touched my forehead once more.A woman walked in, holding a food tray and dressed as a maid. Wait, when did I get a maid? I didn't get reincarnated or anything, right?"Good morning, madam," the maid greeted me, even giving a slight bow."G-good morning," I replied, stumbling over my words.She smiled, walked over to the table, and set down the tray. After bowing once more, she turned to leave the room. I immediately stopped her from asking a question."Wait!" I called out, standing my ground.She turned to face me, asking, "What can I
PEONY's POV"I went to the address she provided and waited there for a few minutes as she mentioned someone would approach me. Indeed, a few men in suits came forward. I wasn't sure what happened next, but suddenly I felt a needle prick at the back of my neck. Before I lost consciousness, I saw the woman who provided me the address, receiving money from one of the men," I explained.He nodded in understanding. "So, that's how it went down.""But you can't keep me here. My father needs me, and I need to work," I protested."Who said I'd confine you here?" he sighed. "While you're with me, you're free to do as you wish. If you're looking for work, you can work for me.""R-Really?! What kind of job?" I asked excitedly."I'll think about it. For now, just finish your breakfast," he said.I smiled and continued eating. Lucky me! Who would've thought I'd find work here? Let's set aside for now the idea of him buying me; he surely won't harm me, will he?I'm excited. What job will he offer?
PEONY's POVWhen Sir left, I found myself drawn back to watching the flowers dance. I had hoped to visit the garden for a closer look, but I wasn't allowed to step outside. I wanted to convey this to sir earlier, but he advised me not to leave the room.I sighed in resignation. Since I'm just a guest here, I understand I can't argue. He was just concerned about me. He's cautious because I don't know his friend; there's a risk I might get hurt or be misunderstood as a trespasser.I expressed my disappointment by pouting and then decided to lie down on the bed due to a lack of activities to engage in. I'm at a loss for things to do. The room is big and has a modern look, but it doesn't feel right for me since I'm accustomed to smaller, more cozy spaces.What can I do to occupy myself and pass the time? Since there's no TV available, I thought of alternative activities to keep myself engaged and entertained.Feeling bored with nothing to do, I tried to go to sleep. But as I was about to,
PEONY's POVLuigi leaned forward, breaking the brief silence. "So, tell me, what kind of food do you enjoy?"Should I ask him now about the job he'll give me? But he might think I'm rushing him. Ugh!I glanced up, still a bit nervous. "Uh, I like Filipino dishes, sir... I mean, Luigi."A small smile appeared on his face. "Good choice! Any favorites in particular?"I hesitated for a moment before replying, "Adobo, sir. It's my go-to comfort food.""Ah, a classic! Can't go wrong with adobo," he said, nodding approvingly. "I'll have to take you to a great local place that serves the best adobo in town."Wow! Is he really serious? If so, I won't say no. I have a lot of favorite Filipino dishes, and it might take us until tomorrow if I go list them all one by one.I smiled, feeling more at ease. "That sounds nice, Luigi. Thank you."He leaned back again, studying me with a thoughtful expression. "You know, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable earlier. It's just that I don't want you to