Chapter 4
Why in the world would Douglas Bennett a.k.a the guy who I am supposed to kill is calling her?
Something tells me that I should definitely tell her that since she already met this Douglas guy then why not cut his throat already to cut this crap short?
But instead, the next thing I know, Miss Dolores was no where in sight, the girl probably three years older than me or whatsoever was staring happily at me.
I unconsciously raised my brow at her and asked her what was she smiling like a big fool.
Though I have to admit, I can't help but admire her features. I mean, I am so jealous with that non-freckled face of her and her blonde hair.
I have this urge to shout at her to get lost but since I remembered that I was not from this period and that I was just a plain housemaid which I still can't digest, I decided to just nod at her.
"Why is this guy Douglas calling Miss Dolores?" I asked, sitting in the bed while staring at her.
I saw how her strong features changed. She was totally flabbergasted and I don't know why. Her right hand covering her mouth.
"W-what?" I asked, getting a bit nervous and irritated, as usual.
"Keep your voice down, Clementine and may I remind you, we are prohibited to say Mr. Douglas Bennett without the word mister. It would be very, very disrespectful," she answered, arms crossed. I can see in her eyes.
""I don't know why but I just look at my plain and dusty brown shoes which is my first time seeing them and said, "S-sorry,"
"And what's up with you, Clementine? We must treat Missis Dolores with high respect and that is by calling her a 'Missis' despite the fact that she's unmarried," she added, frowning.
Anyways, even though I know I have nothing to say sorry about, I frown at her and said sorry once again. I mean, how would I know this first-name-basis thing was totally out-of-the-line.
"Well, to answer your question and since you're still a newbie to all of this then I will let this pass. Missis Dolores is the housekeeper of this household which only means she has a frequent communication with the whole Bennett family." she answered, her brow raising in amusement.
"S-she's close to the whole Bennett family?" I asked, hoping not too sound too desperate to avoid misconceptions. I want to at least avoid any trouble in my first day here.
"I know right! I am jealous as well because come on, Mr. Douglas Bennett's son sure is one pretty lad." She added as she slowly shakes her head but with a huge smile painted on her face.
"I can't even help falling in love with his-" I guess she felt that I am not a bit interested in whatever she was talking about because she pouted in front of me and changed the boring topic.
"Anyway, thank goodness you're awake, Clementine. Wait 'till I tell Lady Judy about this. I mean, they've been worried sick especially Mr. Finley." she told me as she slowly walk towards me to...hug me?
What?
Before I have time to react, I already felt her hands around me as she slowly patted my back. This sure was awkward to the highest level.
"Lady Judy especially her cousin told me to gave that to you," and looks at me funnily and teasingly. Okay, why is she smiling at me like that? That if-you-know-what-I-mean smile!
"Who's Judy and Finley? And why are they're worried 'bout me?" I noticed that ever since I woke up a while I ago, all I do is ask so many questions but then I guess you would absolutely too if you're stuck in the victorian era.
I don't even know what world awaits me outside this room. Goodness.
But before she have time to answer my question, the deafening bell rang once again and she bid me a goodbye.
"I'll go head, Missis Dolores told us that you'll continue your work tomorrow so get some rest, Clementine."
W-wait, I didn't even asked for her name.
I once again wander around the room and returned to the very uncomfortable bed of whoever owns this and let out a very, very loud sigh.
Now what? What am I supposed to do?
I almost slap myself for the nth time for that stupid question. Of course, the only way out of this annoying period is by killing Mr. Douglas Bennett.
My eyes then searched for some weapon or any pointed objects to use against Mr. Douglas but since this room is a maid's room, I found none.
I rolled my eyes heavenwards and prayed i'll find some while on my way to Mr. Douglas. God! I don't even know how he looks like.
I hurriedly went outside my room- I mean the room and tell you what, I cannot believe of what am seeing right now. Everything is just so glittery and elegant.
The chandeliers of this house or more like mansion were indeed very, very expensive. I can immediately tell that just by looking at their huge sizes.
Once I get back to my time, i'll quickly suggest to grandpa to buy a million of chandeliers like these! I can stare at them all day.
The floors were made up of pure marbles that were so shiny you can see your own reflection in it. That was a bit exaggeration but you get my point! I want them! Period.
The ceiling was magical as well! Completely filled with semi-nude humans. Not that I am saying seeing nude humans is amazing but ya know, you get my point.
Self-portraits and landscape paintings were present everywhere. I bet they were more expensive and fragile than the "Mona Lisa" and the "Last Supper" combined.
I was about to continue my self-tour around this magnificent mansion when I caught a glimpse of newly-shined shoes in front of me.
I kinda want to compliment him for that but since my pride was high as a tower, maybe next time.
I automatically look up and saw a handsome young fella staring at me. He was probably around his mid-twenties and man, he sure is tall and fair, huh. His hair is as dark as a night. Pointed nose and thick brows. I don't know, he sure is ordinary although he can still be called handsome but there's just something about him that I can't pinpoint.
Perhaps it's his carefully-ironed black suit or his top hat. I don't know.
He stared at me for a minute until he took off his black top hat and placed it in front of his chest and slightly bow. So formal! Ugh and what was he? A magician? Please, enough of the cliche trick in where a bunny will appeared from that hat of his.
I let out a loud chuckle and said, "I hate formalities!" I was kinda expecting him to laugh as well and somehow you know, lightly punch me in the arm and said, "Me too!"
Then that's it. We'll wrestle each other to death. Start of a very happy friendship.
But no. His features began to change. From nervous to shock? And I also noticed that he started avoiding my eyes, looking at the beautifully-made vases instead. Since I am gifted with a vision of a hawk, I can see how his sweat slowly fall from his temple.
I was about to ask him what the hell is wrong with him and if he need anything when I realized that this is the Victorian era where meek women are worshipped.
I didn't realized that I was shaking my head right now due to my stupidity when he let out an obvious faked cough which caught my attention.
Still, I decided to keep my eyes on the ground for the sake of my dignity which was crushed right now due to what I just acted. How stupid can I be? Gosh!
"I-it is indeed a good news to see you awake, M-miss Wright," he replied as he played with his cap. He kept tapping it. Is he n-nervous?
Again, I cannot help myself from chuckling which I noticed made him more confused and nervous. What's with this fella?
"Why are you so awkward? Are you like that with girls?" And with that, I automatically covered my mouth. Goodness gracious, Clementine! Why do you have to be so bold!
Haven't you remembered what Grandpa and Miss Dolores kept telling you? Think before you speak, you idiot girl!
He looked like he might pee in his pants the moment he digested what I just said and that even made his face redder than ever. Is he a tomato?
"S-see you around, Miss Wright." and with that, he ran like he is no different than Flash. I even saw how he wiped his temple which was full of sweats as he ran. With that, I winced a bit for that very, very awkward meeting.
That made me wonder if I broke one of the don'ts in Miss Dolores' victorian manual.
I pray to God that we'll never meet again.