Chapter 6:
I was abruptly awakened by a loud knock on my bedroom door. Groggily, I stumbled out of bed, feeling disoriented and unsure of where I was. The events of the past few days seemed to jumble up in my mind, making it difficult to grasp reality. A sharp pang of pain shot through me as I remembered my parents, but before I could fully process my emotions, I heard the butler's voice, demanding to be let in." Miss, open the door at once !"In a rush, I hurried towards the door, my heart pounding with anxiety. I flung it open, revealing James standing there with a disappointed expression on his face. His reprimanding words stung as they cut through the early morning silence."You won't last long in this house if you keep sleeping so late, Miss," he scolded sternly."Gosh, I'm really sorry," I mumbled, guilt and frustration mingling in my voice. "I promise I'll fix my sleeping habits."Reluctantly, James instructed me to join Willow, the housemaid, in the laundry room."Willow will show you the ropes," he said, his voice forbidding any further protest. "Make sure you learn from her."As I closed the door behind me, I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. I needed a moment alone to process everything that had just happened, the disappointment from James and the dread of facing Willow.With each step towards the laundry room, my feet felt heavy, weighed down by the anticipation of what awaited me. Willow had been particularly mean to me the day before.Now, I had to face her again. My stomach churned with nervousness as I approached the laundry room door. Taking a deep breath, I pushed it open and stepped inside.Willow was standing by a row of washing machines, a disapproving scowl etched onto her face. She glanced at me and shook her head, as if to say, "You're not worth my time.""Late, I see. Do you even know how to do anything on your own?" she asked, her tone dripping with disdain. "You're lucky James vouched for you or else you'd be out on the streets."I swallowed hard as resentment and humiliation washed over me. The urge to retort bubbled inside, but I knew I had no choice but to endure her presence and learn the task at hand.Gathering my courage, I mustered a weak smile and tried to break the ice. "Morning, Willow. I'm really sorry I was so tired. I'll make sure to be on time from now on."She looked at me skeptically, her eyes darting over my disheveled appearance. "Well, I hope you're serious . We have a lot of work to do, and I don't have time to babysit."Her words stung, but I was determined to prove myself. I nodded earnestly. "I understand, Willow. I'll do my best."She grunted in response, clearly unimpressed. "We'll see.""Alright, let me explain how this washing machine works," Willow began, her tone dripping with superiority.I braced myself for what was sure to be a condescending lecture. "Go ahead," I said, trying to sound unaffected.She launched into a tirade about delicate fabrics and the crucial step of avoiding soaking them. "And let me warn you," she sneered, "Mrs. Miller's expensive navy blue dress is in here. It's practically her prized possession, so don't you dare ruin it."As Willow finished her spiel, she turned to leave, clearly indicating she had no intention of being helpful or supportive. Just before she disappeared, she couldn't resist adding one last patronizing remark. "I'll be checking on you occasionally to see if you've made any progress. But honestly, I don't have high hopes for someone like you."Left alone in the laundry room, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I had to prepare myself for the challenges ahead. It was clear that dealing with Willow's mean-spirited presence would be a constant obstacle. But I was determined to prove her wrong – to show her that not only could I handle this task, but I could also thrive in this unfamiliar and unforgiving environment.I stood there, completely fascinated by the assortment of machines and devices that had been invented just for the purpose of washing clothes, this pack was really amazing. Memories of my childhood flooded my mind as I recalled how my friends Sunshine and Sunrise and I used to bang our clothes against the stones at the river to get them clean. But now, here I was, surrounded by these contraptions that promised to make life easier.Lost in my thoughts, I suddenly realized that I had completely forgotten Willow's explanations on how to use the washing machine. I glanced around, hoping to find her, but she was nowhere to be seen. In that moment, I found solace in a silent prayer to the Moongoddess, hoping that somehow I would remember what to do.Taking a deep breath, I gathered all the clothes and placed them carefully into the machine. With a nervous anticipation, I pressed the button to start it, hoping for the best. But a few minutes later, a wave of doubt washed over me, and I remembered the instructions mentioning the need to pause the machine. Without a second thought, I hit the stop button, unsure if I had done it correctly.As I began removing the clothes from the machine, a sense of pride welled up within me." I'm actually doing this! Yeahhh!" I exclaimed proudly.But my triumph was short-lived as I reached for Mrs. Miller's dress and realized it had shrunk. Panic took hold of me, and in that very moment, I heard the familiar sound of Willow's footsteps crossing the threshold of the door."By the silvermoon!" I exclaimed panicked.I quickly gathered my wits, desperately trying to pull myself together. With shaky hands, I swiftly removed the shrunken dress from the pile of wet clothes and discreetly tossed it behind the washing machine. Hoping Willow wouldn't notice its disappearance, I took a deep breath as she entered the room, offering her apology for taking so long."Oh, don't worry about it," I replied, mustering a smile. "I managed just fine on my own."As Willow glanced around the laundry room, her sharp eyes darting back and forth, I felt my heart skip a beat. But to my immense relief, she seemed oblivious to the missing dress and instead commended me on my work."Wow, you actually did a good job this time," she remarked, a note of surprise creeping into her voice.Keeping up the facade, I nodded modestly, praying she wouldn't catch on to my secret. When we finally finished the chores, Willow's attention momentarily diverted elsewhere, providing me with the perfect opportunity to make my escape with the dress. With a stolen moment of inattention, I seized my chance."I'll just go and put away the last few items," I said, my voice sounding deceptively calm.As I tiptoed out of the laundry room, the dress carefully clutched in my trembling hands, I made my way to the sanctuary of the garden. Finding a secluded spot, I quickly dug a hole in the soft soil and gently buried the dress, hoping it would remain hidden from prying eyes."This will have to be our little secret," I whispered to the buried dress, releasing a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.Feeling a mix of relief and trepidation, I covered the dress with soil, smoothing it over until no trace of my forbidden act remained.As I made my way back into the laundry room, I turned a corner and unexpectedly came face to face with Christ. My heart jumped in my chest, our eyes locked, and I suddenly found it difficult to breathe. He was even more captivating than I had remembered from yesterday.Summoning up all the courage I had, I stuttered out a hesitant greeting, "Hello, Christ." But to my surprise, his expression twisted into one of disdain and he scoffed, correcting me firmly, "It's Mr.Christopher, not Christ. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't call me that. Ever." His words cut through me, leaving me feeling exposed and small.As Christopher launched his attack, a wave of humiliation crashed over me, leaving me stunned and defenseless."You know," Christopher sneered, "I've seen a lot of ugly things in my life. But you, oh boy, you take the cake." He said then left giving me a disgusted look.His cruel words pierced my already fragile self-esteem, and I felt myself shrink under the weight of his harsh judgment. I struggled to find the right words to defend myself, but they eluded me.Stunned by the venomous words that spilled from Christopher's lips, I couldn't help but draw a comparison between him and Stone-heart—a cold and heartless individual. But despite his unpleasant demeanor, I found Christopher strangely attractive, even more so than Stone-heart. Lost in my musings, my beloved white dog Coco interrupted my thoughts with a series of urgent barks.He tugged at my work uniform, his fangs gently grazing against the fabric."Heeey Coco," I greeted, Overwhelmed with the love I felt for him, I crouched down to meet his level. His fangs grazed against my work uniform as if urging me to follow him outside."How are you doing, buddy?" I asked, looking into his bright, happy eyes.Coco responded with an eager wag of his tail, as if saying, "I'm doing great!" His bright eyes filled with happiness.Before I could reach out to pet him, James,arrived on the scene. He swiftly scooped up Coco, cradling him in his arms, and gestured for me to follow him. "Come on," he said,
The next day, I was in the midst of my housekeeping duties when James the butler approached me, his voice laced with a mixture of urgency and hesitation. "Little-angel, could you please do me a favor and climb the ladder to clean that painting on the wall?" he asked.I hesitated for a moment, feeling a hint of apprehension flutter in my stomach. "Um, sure, James. I'll give it a shot," I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt. I grabbed a ladder and gingerly climbed up, clutching tightly onto my small bucket filled with soapy water and a sponge.As I made my way up, fear coursed through my veins. One wrong move, and I could come crashing down, making an even bigger mess than before. I let out a small groan, caught between my determination to do a good job and my uneasiness with the height. Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching, and my heart skipped a beat.It was Christopher, striding down the hall toward me with his usual air of authority. I couldn't help but feel a mix
Willow's eyes immediately landed on the mud-covered dress of Mrs. Miller, and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Little-Angel, why is Mrs. Miller's dress covered in mud?" she asked, her voice laced with concern."I... I didn't mean to," I stammered, my voice trembling. "It was an accident. I'm so sorry!"Willow's expression grew more incredulous. "You expect me to believe this was an accident?" she snapped, her tone cutting through me."It really was! I swear!" I pleaded, tears welling up in my eyes.A mischievous smile danced on Willow's lips as she bent down and began to sweet-talk Coco, the fluffy white dog who had become attached to the soiled dress. "Come on, Coco, let go," she cooed, trying to coax the dog away.But Coco resisted, holding onto the dress with unwavering loyalty. Panic surged through me; Coco's determination only added to my worry. "Please, Willow," I begged, my voice filled with desperation. "Don't tell anyone about this. I'll do anything."Willow's eyes narrow
Sandy leaned in closer, as if about to divulge a juicy secret. "But just between us, I can't stand her."My heart sank, as if someone had snatched the breath out of my lungs. I struggled to conceal my confusion, not wanting Sandy to know how Christopher's happiness with Daisy was crushing my own dreams.Sandy, sensing my inner turmoil, reached out and patted my hand sympathetically. "I know it's tough, but trust me, I have my reasons to dislike Daisy. She's never been nice to me."An idea suddenly sparked in my mind, causing a sly grin to spread across my face. "Well, Sandy, if you do it, I'll also play my part of pranks on her," I confessed, hoping to blend into Sandy's mischievous world.Her eyes widened in surprise, followed by an impish giggle that filled the air. "Oh, you little troublemaker! I like you even more now!" we both laughed, momentarily forgetting our worries.As the conversation steered towards Christopher, I couldn't help but reminisce about our first encounter. I de
As I stepped into the bathroom, contemplating the absurd idea of washing my hair in the toilet, my eyes caught sight of Sandy in the corridor. Curiosity sparked within her as she approached, her gaze fixed on my disheveled locks."Sandy!" I exclaimed, feigning nonchalance as she closed in. "Fancy meeting you here."A knowing smile formed on her face as she inquired, "So, Daisy is the culprit behind this catastrophe, hm?"I hesitated, trying to formulate a lie, but Sandy saw right through my feeble attempt. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she assured me, "Don't worry, my friend. Revenge is in order."My pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as she vowed to take matters into her own hands. Despondent, I resigned myself to the inevitable. With a heavy sigh, I made my way back to the bathroom to salvage what little remained of my dignity.Upon my return in the living room, I discreetly positioned myself behind a nearby curtain, hoping to observe Sandy's impending retaliation. As I eaves
Frantically, we rushed to the door, pounding on it with all our might, desperate for someone to come to our rescue. But the minutes felt like hours as our cries for help went unanswered"Oh no! What happened? What do we do now?" I cried out, frantically looking around for any possible way out.Sandy, trembling with fear, rushed towards the door and began knocking. "Help! Is anyone out there? Please open the door!"But there was no response, and our pleas for help echoed through the garage. The weight of the situation began to weigh heavily upon us, causing Sandy to sink to the floor, tears streaming down her face."I can't believe this is happening! My parents are going to be so mad, especially Christopher," Sandy sobbed, her voice strained with anxiety.Trying to hide my own fear, I knelt down beside Sandy, embracing her tightly, hoping to bring some comfort. In those tense moments, the silence was broken by the sound of the door. "It's going to be okay, Sandy. We'll find a way out o
little-angel POV As I woke up and peeked outside, I couldn't help but smile at the sight of the snow-covered scenery. Winter had arrived in all its glory. Sandy, my energetic little one, burst out of the house dressed warmly, accompanied by her playful pup, Coco. "Wow, look at all this snow! It's like a winter wonderland! Christmas is just around the corner!" Sandy exclaimed with excitement in her voice.Confused about her reference to Christmas, I shrugged it off and joined Sandy and Coco outside. Just as I stepped out, I noticed Christopher, rushing out of the gardener's hut and grabbing a shovel."Christopher, what are you doing?" Sandy asked curiously.He looked up, slightly frustrated, and motioned towards his car. "I left my precious car out, and now it's covered in snow! I regret not parking it in the garage."I couldn't help but chuckle at his distressed expression.When Christopher turned and saw me, he called out with an arrogant tone, "Hey, come over here and help me!"Wi
"Little-angel, I know you have a weakness for Chris," Sandy said, her mischievous grin growing wider.Startled, I quickly replied, "What? No way! You're totally mistaken, Sandy."Sandy let out a laugh, shaking her head in amusement. "Oh, come on, Little-angel. I can see it written all over your face. Your denial doesn't fool me."My heart raced, fearing that Sandy's intuition would expose me. "Sandy, you're wrong. I don't feel that way about Christopher. It's just a silly assumption."Sandy's laughter intensified, her eyes twinkling playfully. "Oh, Little-angel, your attitude betrays you! You can't hide your feelings from me. It's written all over your actions."Feeling a sense of discomfort, I frowned. "Seriously, Sandy, this isn't funny. I don't appreciate you making jokes about my personal life."Sandy's laughter finally subsided, her expression turning apologetic. "I'm sorry, Little-angel. I didn't mean to upset you. I was only teasing. I promise, I won't bring it up again."Takin