I was later dismissed. I sighed and stripped my body of clothes. I lie under my comforter, in a ball of warmth. I was up, most of the night, thinking. The
man, that I had seen earlier. He was gorgeous. In almost every way! It is absolutely impossible for a human being to be that flawless, impossible. If he was mine... god, I don't know what I'd do. I didn't think I could handle someone that beautiful. I got up and walked to my bathroom mirror. I saw myself. I was short. With jet black hair and violet eyes. Pale olive. Freckles. Set jaw. I wasn't too curvy, but enough to show off my feminine shape. My soft curves. I didn't like any of it. Maybe I was insecure, or maybe I was just blind. But I didn't like it or want it. I heard a deep knock at my door. It was about one in the morning already. Either I was a serious thinker or I was in bed by twelve. I slipped on my underwear and a thin gown. I opened the door. And there he stood.

" I'm sorry if this isn't the hour, but I left something in the kitchen, and no one else is around..."

" No worries." I walked him back into the kitchen. He hadn't said a word to our trip there.

" Get what you left,..."

" Romeo." He murmured.

" Right," I whispered.

" I lied."

" Huh?"

" I just wanted to speak with you." I got a mini heart attack. What would I say?

" Umm, hi?"

" Hello. What is your name?"

" My name is Bella. It's nice to meet you, Romeo." I stuck out my hand for him to shake.

" You as well." He gently took it and kissed my hand. My blush was fiery, I knew it.

" So, what did you want to ask me?"

" I don't really know. If you like it here. Do you enjoy your line of work?"

" Oh, I do. I help cook and maintain the kitchen, which is one of the only things I've been taught to do growing up."

" Interesting. How did you stumble upon this particular estate?"

" I didn't. Someone offered me a job in exchange for a place to stay. They dropped me off here and I've never heard from them again."

" Wow." I saw his eyes stalk up and down my chest. I chuckled and looked away.

" I'm sorry, Miss. I didn't mean to-"

" Its fine."

" It is late. Maybe it's best if we both head to sleep."

" Yeah."

" Goodnight, Bella."

" Goodnight, Romeo."

" One last thing." I turned back. " I heard you and your friend. I am Spanish and French, if that is what you were asking- well, meaning to ask ." I blushed and nodded. I walked back down the hall and he followed me.

"The least I can do is see you safely to your room." He whispered, offering me his arm. I took it and he took me back to my room. I thanked him and shut the door. I don't know what just happened. I stared at my reflection in the mirror within the darkened room. Little light shined through the curtain. I was nuts. I saw him glancing at my breasts. I would too because it's not like the gown was solid, it was slightly transparent. I saw my points poke out sorely. No wonder. I had no clue what had happened. I felt... hopeless.

" What?"

" Wake up!" I sat up, let my feet sink into the soft treads of the carpeting and stood. I stripped and wrapped around me a towel. All as my boss stood there. I took a quick shower and dressed than ran down to the kitchen alongside Miranda. She didn't need to direct me. I knew what I had to do. She watched me as I brung things into the kitchen quickly without distraction. 

" Are you feeling ok Bella?' She whispered.

" Fine." I managed. She began to make the omelet and fry the sausage. I made chocolate Belgian waffles and mixed the syrup.

" Is this enough, Miranda?'

" More than enough. Thank you." No sounds came out but, I acknowledged it. The maids and servants ate breakfast first. Then, we made plates for our Lord and our guest. As soon as I saw Romeo, I turned away. I wouldnt know what to say. Last night was awkward, and it somehow felt like betrayal. And our lord knew nothing of the exchange. I think I'd keep it a secret. At least for now. I went to the maid's quarters' and did anything to cover up the fact that I was a hot mess. I looked like a mad woman. Anyone that looked at my face instantly knew to be wary or suspicious because it was so obvious I had something to hide. They could read me like a book. I hated it. I found little things to do even if it wasn't in my job description. Later, our Lord approached me.

" Bella, have you been over working yourself lately?"

" I mean, I don't think so..."

" You've been looking... disturbed this morning. Bella, are you alright?"

" I am fine my lord." I murmured quietly. He silently examined me.

" Take the day off, Bella. I insist."

" My lord-" I protested.

" You will take the day off. It is final. Whatever is on your mind or wrong in your spirit, sort it out today. I just don't want you to make careless mistakes or explode, Bella. Take the day off, please." He whispered considerately. He knew something was up with me. I knew he knew.

" Ok my lord." I murmured. I shied back and thought about my deep crush.

" And if you want to talk, all you need to do is call me." He murmured. I wouldn't meet his eyes. He lifted my chin and made me meet his eyes. He could see the battle that was going on inside me. He didn't know what it was, but he knew it was something I had no experience or knowledge of.

" Call me, ok?" He whispered. I nodded and hugged him. He hugged back and bent down to kiss my cheek and I kissed his. He left and I sulked in bed. I had cleaned my room twice and I forgot to eat breakfast. I took a bath and tried to calm down. I wasn't afraid of my feelings. I was afraid it would show in my eyes. I was almost done with my bath. As I got out, I stared at my body. My smaller frame. My body was nothing much to look at. I wrapped my towel around my body and changed into a bed gown. It was thin and my breasts had shown through it. I lit vanilla candles and focused on my thoughts. I sat in bed, in one position. Thinking.