Marvelous Mrs Maisel Astrid Novels & Stories

"Mas Suma...." *****

“Oh, the pleasure is all ours, Missy,” the elder teacher says in a melodic voice. “I’m Astrid, I’m the director of our little daycare, and this is Celeste. She is the main teacher as she works full-time, but we have other teachers that help out periodically.” “That is wonderful,” I gloat, shaking hands with Celeste who, with her fair hair and blue eyes, certainly fits her name. “So nice to meet you, Celeste.”

She opened the door, ready to scold the intruder, but froze when she saw Astrid standing on her porch with mischief in her eyes. Mia stared at her from head to toe. Astrid didn’t look like the elegant young lady she knew. Her hair was rumpled, her clothes messy. She had no makeup on and even looked sick. "Astrid Carson, do you want to break my door?" Mia asked, trying to keep her tone low despite her boiling rage. Seeing the anger in her eyes, Astrid grabbed her hands and pouted. "Big sis, looking at how wealthy you are, this door is just a piece of cake for you."

Relief filled my best friend's face as she saw me and her eyes watered. We were far apart on the line and couldn’t speak until later that night, when they released us all to mingle as we waited for who the Revillon man called, Madam Claire. “Marissa,” Kezira called the fake name the queen had given me as she clung to me in a tight hug and cried softly. "Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm here now, it's going to be better" I said as I held her face and tried to get her to calm down.

An armored SUV screeched to a violent stop beside them, radiating menace. A tall, cold figure strode over quickly. Matteo shoved Gianna backward with one hand, sending her crashing into the wet, cold mud again. "What are you doing?" Isabella cried out and moved to help her up. "Madre, be careful!" He stepped in front of Isabella, his face full of vigilance. "I just got word that enemy forces might have sent a spy. This woman had plastic surgery to look like the Don when he was young—bone shaving, jaw reshaping, the works. She's trying to get into the Ricci family with bad intentions!"

Astrid rolls her eyes at her and turns back to Melissa who along with three other servants are now preparing the fruits and milk she just ordered for. “When you’re done, give them to Eleanor to bring to my bedroom.” “What?” Eleanor asks, aghast and I palm my lips to stop myself from screaming. Even the other chefs look terrified. Melissa seems to be taking the biggest hit because she looks like she’s about to pass out. Meanwhile, Astrid shoots Eleanor the most condescending look I’ve ever seen. “Did you say something?” Eleanor instantly shakes her head and withdraws like a snail withdrawing into its shell when it feels threatened. “I thought as much.” She looks back at Melissa. “Don’t forget

For as long as I remember, she invited me to have breakfast together with her siblings. I moved as fast as I could. Wishing to make this morning routine done soon. After a few minutes of battling with bath hygiene stuff and the closet, I hurriedly got my car keys and ran outside the house. "Master Clark! You forgot to take your breakfast!" Mrs. Belen shouted while holding a tray of food. Mrs. Belen is one of our maids in the mansion. I mentally face-palm after hearing it. As far as I know, this maid was a very loyal servant to my mom and she would report that I skipped breakfast today.

The air was cold, crisp, but it did nothing to cool the heat burning beneath my skin. Mrs. Astrid was in the living room when I entered. She sat on the couch, a steaming cup of tea cradled in her hands, her sharp, knowing eyes lifting to meet mine as soon as I stepped inside. Something in her expression shifted. “You’re back,” she said simply. I didn’t answer right away, shrugging off my jacket and tossing it over the chair. “Where’s Malcolm?” I asked instead. “He left a while ago,” she said, setting her cup down. “I believe he went to find Callum.”

She was the last person I wanted to be around. Astrid walked out of the room, moving into the kitchen. I could still see her through the glass that separated the kitchen from the dining room, and I kept staring like a creep. She smiled at something Myra said, and my attention focused on the way her lips curled at the edges. Then, she hugged one of the maids whose eyes had gone glassy. I wondered if she thought she could ever succeed in this world by being nice. I rolled my eyes, turning back to Selena, who quickly turned to look at her food. Was she staring at me?

Kendall cracked a joke and both of them laugh. On the other hand, Astrid Hawthorne bid her goodbyes to Mace Leo and decided to go back to her old home in the district of Cassinfield. She remained in her room as she let herself consume the time she has in doing the stuff she mostly love to do. A smile was formed on her lips upon gazing at the photos she laid on the mattress. "I can't believe I took many photos of him," she mumbled and let her fingers touch the tip of each polaroid.