Immediately we arrived home, Aunt Basile received a phone call.
"No, I forgot," Basile, exclaimed.
"What happened?" I asked.
"I got a business seminar to attend in Australia."
"Really, can't you go, you don't have anything doing right?"
"Oh no, I can't, I could not possibly leave you alone, can I?"
"Don't worry about me I can take of myself". I replied, rushing down from the car as they reached home( the house, it's not home yet I just practically got here).
Aunt Basile, reaching out to grab my sleeve, said, dismay written all over her face.
"Now wait for a minute young lady, I can't leave you all alone here. you're going to stay with the Jorgias, that way you get to know them."
'B--But,' I stammered. I am so not in the mood for meeting new people.
"No buts, my decision is final.
Freshen up then meet me in the living room so we could be on our way." Basile said firmly, sauntering into the house.
And tell Bianca to pack your bags.
"Oh well, might as well get ready," I muttered, storming into the house.
Entering my room, I kicked the door close and dropped down on the bed.
I closed my eyes, trying to calm down. I was still reeling from the thought of leaving home, now I would have to live with people I don't know from Adam.
Things are going to be fine, I told myself.
All I have to do is to keep to myself.
Just then the maid who woke me up earlier that morning walked in.
"Miss William, I am to arrange your bags".
"Okay," I replied.
"Is there anything else you need to miss?"
"No, thanks, Bianca," I said as Bianca arranged the new things I got into suitcases before leaving.
Left alone with my thought, I got into the bathroom and washed off the day's weariness with my favorite coconut and honey fragrance shampoo.
These jorgias must be nice people, they had to be for Aunt Basile to be close to them.
For she is a good judge of character.
The notion dissolved whatever worry I felt soon as I came out of the bathroom.
Drying my hair, I decided to put on something simple but stylish.
Gee crop top and high waist jeans should be good enough.
My Gucci palm can be the finishing touch. I concluded, hurriedly dabbing foundation, some mascara, and peach lipstick.
What, I love colors.
Entering the living room, I sat down waiting for my aunt. My bags had already been brought down.
"Frederick," I called.
"Yes miss, is there anything you need? came the reply."
"Yes, can you put these bags in the car?" I said, wheeling the suitcases in the butler's direction.
"Sure miss." He said carrying one suitcase then beckoning one of the maids to assist him with the other.
Aunt Basile strutted down the staircase."There you are, I see you are packed. Now let's go."
"When are you traveling?"
"This night, I already booked a flight," came the reply.
"You didn't give me time to say goodbye, I will miss you," I said embracing her.
"I will miss you too." Aunt Basile replied softly and hugged me back.
"Not that it's my business but when are you coming back?" I inquired.
"I don't know Glory but I will call you when I do." Basile smiled intending to comfort me.
I knew when I was rebuffed.
"Okay, let's go, I said.
Seconds later they drove past a gate, parking next to a Lamborghini.
"What the use of using a car when where we are going is just next door," I muttered.
Before Basile could reply, I had the passenger door open.
I had brought out my suitcases from the back seat and was waiting patiently for her to hurry up.
"Slow down, if didn't know better I will think you want to be rid of me." Basile drawled.
"Why not, you are leaving anyway. I tossed back trying to guilt-trip her a little."
It won't work you know." Aunt Basile's lips curled in a smile.
"Seems I just found out," I huffed, throwing up my hands, and walked. forward just to annoy her.
Her laughter reached my
ears.
Reaching the mansion, FYI It was similar to aunt Basile.
I knew Aunt Basile had money but I didn't know she was this rich to live in this kind of neighborhood or to have a house similar to this.
And from all evidence, this family is loaded.
"I bet they have a Butler too." I voiced my thought out loud.
"They do." Basile smiled.
"Hello, welcome you have been expected." Said a middle-aged man in an outfit similar to Frederick, can you guess?
A suit.
Boy, it's like they have an agency for butlers.
'bad joke.'
"Lead the way, James," Basile replied.
Our feet echo across the foyers of the mansion. James the butler- sound funny in my mind, lead the way, and made himself scarce when we arrived.