Mira was the happiest person at that moment with the fact that Mr Lockhart agreed to allow her baby sit little Isabella.
But she was still sad that Mr Lockhart's wife died while giving birth to Isabella. In fact it was heartbreaking. Little Isabella will have to grow up without a mother.
Mira carried Isabella in her arms, even though she was sleeping she still spoke to her..
"Izzy... Can I call you that?" Mira said smiling even though she knew the baby won't hear her or even understand her if she was awake.
"Am sorry for what happened to your mother. But I'll promise you one thing, as long as am still in this house, I'll give you the love of a mother. I've never been a mother before so you will be my first child. And I'll take care of you and you'll be my priority till the day you grow. That's a promise" she vowed and looked outside through the window. As soon as she turned her gazed from Isabella sleeping face, her lips curved into a small smile which Mira didn't see.
Over at the door, Ezekiel heard her promise and was deeply touched that someone would be here to take care of his little girl like a mother.
"And I promise to make sure your Happy Mira" Ezekiel whispered so that Mira won't hear it. Closing the door, he left.
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As soon as Mira laid Isabella in her crib, she left the room to hers. She took her bath and put on her red night gown. Going to stand in front of the mirror, she examined herself.
Within two days of staying in Mr Lockhart house, she had already added more flesh. She looked at her cheeks which were fatter than before. She looked at the nightgown. It was rather seductive on Mira and it revealed a bit too much. She grabbed the night gown jacket and left to have her dinner.
She met Ezekiel already sitting in the dinner devouring his food of rice and stew with a bottle of wine near his plate.
Mira saw her food already placed at the place where she usually sits.
She greeted him with a smile and sat down and he smiled back.
He looks to be in a better mood and Mira thought it was the best time to ask him for a favor.
But she couldn't yet. Rather, she grabbed her spoon and playfully mixed the rice and stew. A glass of orange juice was beside her food to since she didn't take wine or that's what the chef thought when serving.
Even after mixing it, she didn't start it . She was still playing with the food hoping Ezekiel would notice which he did.
"Why aren't you eating Mira?" His deep voice which always sent chills down Mira said.
"May I ask a favor sir?" Mira finally said, happy that her plan worked.
"Yes you can" he said curious to know what she was going to say.
"Erm.... Sir, I want to see my mom" Mira dropped her request and Ezekiel spoon which was half way to his mouth stopped Midway.
As he was about to speak, he began choking . Mira panicked and immediately got up from her seat.
"Sir are you okay?" She was already scared. She gave him the glass of wine to drink but even after drinking it , he was still choking. She immediately stretched her hand and reach for the bottle of water on the table.
She held the water close to his lips while patting him on the back. Ezekiel grabbed the water from her hand and drank it.
Mira continued to Pat his back. Soon his coughing reduced and Mabel entered the dinning room.
"Sir are you okay?" She asked concerned while he still drank the water but nodded gently. Soon he paused drinking water and sat still .
"What happened to him?" Mabel asked and Mira still a bit afraid answered... "I don't know. He was choking" ..
"Am fine Mabel" Ezekiel finally spoke and took another sip of water. His voice sounded weird and coarse.
"Thank God you are" Mabel said and Ezekiel indicated that she could. All the maids that were in and near the dinning table left .
'God, I shouldn't have asked her anything. I should have just pretended not to notice.... Ugh... ' Ezekiel said in his mind.
"So you were saying?" He finally said after long moments of silence.
Mira was already guilty for making him choke.
"Don't feel bad, it was my fault. Forgot my table manners" Ezekiel said as if reading her mind.
" Erm... I want to see my mom" she finally said again and hoped he won't choke again.
What was he going to say now, he had already promised himself that he won't let Mira Know about her mom condition till she was better.
"No" came the short but hurtful sentence. Just like when she asked to see her mom the day he brought her here.
"Why?" Obviously surprised at how he outrightly rejected her request.
" Because your mom is no longer in the country. She has been moved to India for better treatment" what he said wasn't a lie though. Since she needed to get well fast, he decided to have her moved out of the country. Also because he didn't want who was harming her mom to continue doing it.
"Why?" Now she was shocked and suspicious.
What if he doesn't even have her mother?
What if he was just lying to her?
What if something bad had happened to her?..
The last 'what if' really scared her. She didn't want anything to happen to her dearest mother.
"Well, I won't lie. Your mom health was deteriorating and they have better medical instrument and equipment and the doctor advised she should be transferred as soon as possible" he couldn't believe he lied without hesitating.
"Ohh" was all Mira could say still trying to digest what he had said.
"Am sorry for not informing you. It skipped my mind but I can assure you that your mom will get better soon" he said with a smile and Mira nodded.
" Anything else? " He asked and Mira nodded. "Well, let's hear it" . He said taking a sip from the wine.
"I would like to go to my house tomorrow and grabbed some important things. Can I ?"....
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Mira dressed her bed properly as she prepared to go to sleep. She was satisfied with the fact that Ezekiel had granted her permission to go to her house and he even said that Thomas would take her there.
He was just too kind to her.
Going to the window, she looked at her favorite view of the stars and the moon reflecting on the pool.
Now she just wished she could stay here longer to take care of Isabella.
"Isabella"....
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