In a deep v red lace bralette cami top and black high waisted slim jeans that hug my curves graciously. I stare at myself in the full length mirror in the closet, adjusting the thin straps of my top. This morning, I woke up on the bed fully tucked and covered when I clearly remember falling asleep in the library but how I got to the bed has not been made clear to me.

You know he carried you in.

I know but I can't recall it. So frustrating. Anyways, I plan to visit Rolan's hotel and see if I can make a spot for my line. It was part of my idea to expand my brand name. Although some of my clothes are shipped to Russia and sold in stores but I don't personally have a mall or large store and warehouse here so it's time to rectify that.

Putting my hair in a simple bun with a white hair claw keeping it still and stylish, I apply a winged eyeliner, mascara and lip gloss before picking up a black medium chanel chain bag and slip it on my right shoulder.

The loud pings and pongs from my phone reaches me in the closet where I am. It continues relentlessly and I groan as I quickly put on my black open toe heel sandals before stepping out of the closet.

The annoying device sits on the already made bed with a bright screen. Tons of messages, emails and notifications welcomes me but the first thing my eyes catches is a message from Tiana. "Isabella is back and fuming." I scoff. Ungrateful brat.

I unlock my phone, open up my mail and begin to respond to the ones that are important as I walk out of the room. Somewhere deep in my heart wants me to go back and take one last look at the library but at the same time, something tells me I won't just be taking a look so I ignore the ridiculous thought and close the door behind me.

"Good morning, Ma'am." a deep feminine Russian accent reaches me the moment I step out of my room. In front of me is a female shorter than Tiana with a few inches. Short Pixie black hair cut, almond shaped and brown eyes that stare inquisitively at me.

I eye her skeptically. This girl is a child, her face is round and chubby with a fair glow and innocence. "You work here?"

"Yes. With my mother." She replies. Something tells me her English is not so good. The tone and hesitancy in her voice shows that she has more to say but she can only limit them to what she can say in English. I need to brush up on my Russian.

"Mother said to call you for breakfast." She adds. There is no smile on her face but there is curiosity dancing in her eyes. At least she's polite.

I nod and follow down the hallway to the elevator. She presses the floor number and we go down. Immediately, I continue with the responding of emails and I let Tiana know of my plan today.

We'll have a collaboration with Roland hotel and have our mall in its surroundings. It makes perfect sense to me.

"You work?"

The girl sudden question jeers away from my phone. Standing beside me, she looks like my younger teenage sister. She's staring straight at the metal door of the elevator but I can see the blurry image of us on it.

I find her question strange but her answer nevertheless. "Yes" then I continue with work. After meeting with Rolan I will have Tiana schedule a meeting with our architecture company or Rolan can set me up with his. I can get the blueprint before I leave.

The elevator pings and we walk out of it, a turn to the right and we enter the dining area. A spacious squared room, painted white with touches of peach around the corners and centers. The dining is right in the middle of the room. A large oval table with five chairs surrounding it but before it is the kitchen that has a long counter in front of it with steel bar stools lined up against it.

It looks like a restaurant and something is cooking. The girl walk into the kitchen and I follow suit mainly to see who is cooking. The person cooking is dressed in the same maid outfit as the teenage girl. The woman is also short but taller than her daughter.

I see the resemblance from her side profile especially when the girl goes to meet her mother by the sink. Her mother, an older replica of her daughter, faces me and bow. I do the same to her.

"Master has gone to work. He says you must eat before leaving the house." She says In a polite manner. Her Russian accent is not as thick as her daughter and I wonder why but it is none of my business.

Nodding in understanding, I walk towards one of the stools and sit. Still busy with my phone and not bothering to look up, I ask; "Did he eat before leaving?"

I receive no response. Maybe they don't understand. Looking back up at the two, their eyes are on me and they look taken back. Did I ask the wrong question? The child recovers quickly and gives me a response.

"No he hasn't."

Okay, I see a message from my uncle and I tap on it. " Pack our food separately, I'm going to meet him, I can at least pack his food and I will eat when I get to him." I say in return.

"Okay Ma'am."

I don't bother to look up but I hear their retreating footsteps as they return to whatever is on fire and the clanking and clinging of utensils fills the air.

The aroma is so nice, I just know the food will taste fantastic. Distractedly, I hear the mother and daughter whisper amongst themselves in Russian of course. What better way is there to gossip if it's not in a foreign language?

I don't hear much but the girl says something and of all things, my ears pick on it and my brain wastes no time in translating it for me faster than it would in normal situations.

"On yeye ne lyubit." She whispers In a hush.

My fingers hurriedly tapping on my screen freezes. A bitter taste spreads in my mouth for some reason or is it all in my head.

In English what she said means, "He doesn't love her."

I know that is true and I can say it's the same from me but why does it sound strange and feel odd when I hear someone who isn't me or Rolan say it.