She sat up reading the book she held. Though she felt sleepy but she just couldn't sleep, she had to wait for Mister Arnold.
It was around eight in the evening when she heard a knock on her door. .
(Knock)
It interrupted her thoughts then she quickly turned to the door.
"It isn't locked" . She replied looking.
"It's Ann,". She said as if waiting for confirmation before she came in.
"Please come in" .. Jenna gently kept the book she held on the side table and stepped out of the bed walking to Ann.
"Mister Arnold asked that I informed you of his arrival". She paused as she noticed the look on Jenna's face.
"Are you okay??". She asked looking concerned.
"Are you in trouble? Hope you didn't got on Mister Arnold's bad side?". She asked just then Jenna balmy gazed at her.
"Tell me, is he that scary?". One could tell she was so scared hearing the questions asked by Ann, 'bad side' most especially. "Was he that hard on the servants?".
"Where are his siblings and parents? "
Many questions ran through her mind.
"Just avoid getting on his bad books Ma'am"She blinked, then her eyes went on Jenna's white cloth she wore.
"You wouldn't wear that to go see him,would you?". She raised a brow.
"Mm.. " she looked down to the cloth she wore, checking if it were torn or something really was wrong with it.
"Shouldn't I? ". Jenna glanced back at her.
"No, you shouldn't. You're his Personal Maid, you should dress like one".
"I'll get you a pair of this" . She peered down pointing to the dress she wore.
"O..okk..Kay". she stuttered as she turned her face.
"I'll take my leave, I'll be back shortly". Lady Ann calmly said and went out of the room.
"What's is this place?.. heaven? Certainly there isn't this Grumpy man up there, why does everyone respects and feared this man so much? Was he a Demigod? Or a prince? Why was he the only person living in this huge mansion"?.
"Doesn't he have a family or any sibling at least?".
"He should feel really lonely having no one around.
He's a nice man, he brought me to safety and I'll surely repay the favor".
Her thoughts were , again interrupted by a knock.
She benignly opened the door.
"Got the dress. Change into this and come meet him downstairs". She placed the dress on the bed and Jenna just watched her movements without a word.
"Hey! Get ready!!.." Ann chuckled looking at her confused face.
"I'll leave you now". she gave a gracious smile as she exited the room.
Jenna took the dress to the changing room and slipped into it.
She twirled looking at her reflection in the big designed mirror that was in front of her.
She wore a black sleeve shirt attached with a beautiful white apron tied around her waist, a black tie was around her neck and a white flowered band was on her hair.
The gown was beautifully designed, it was a French maids dress, the dress was on her thighs length.
She got ready. She looked little in that maid clothes, she wasn't that tall, she was white skinned, gorgeously beautiful with her long brown hair . She was physically endowed, curvy, her glittered skin looked really soft and fragile.
She had attractive red thin lips.
Jenna was a sweet placid lady in her early Twenties, she grew up in a foster home, and was later adopted by an old lady whom was in her late sixties, she saw herself as a burden to the old lady so she ran away somehow she landed herself here.
Jenna was so fragile and levelheaded all her life.
She was often bullied while growing up there at the foster home , her voice alone was so melodious, soft and tender.
Lastly she slipped her fragile felt into the flat shoes before her. She glanced back at the mirror to confirm she was ready.
She then sighed. Satisfied with her look she headed to the door.
She carefully walked down the stairs hoping not to slip again. Her eyes swept the beautiful sitting room as she spotted a figure, sitting comfortably on the couch.
It was Mister Arnold, he sat smoking.
She noticed he had cut his hair to the level of his neck. He trimmed his beautiful dark lovely hair, now short , he applied gel on it, combing it to the back.
The middle of his hair was divided into two parts.
His hair fell on both sides covering his both ears, strands of hair fell to his face giving him that God damn look.
He hasn't changed, he was still charming as ever.
She stepped on the stair case carefully walking to him.
"Ss..sir". she began. As he turned to her.
"Mmm..M..mr..aaa..Arnold..". She stuttered.
He slowly turned to her, when she immediately kept her eyes down to the floor, avoiding his gaze.
This was something she hadn't done before, she learnt it from the servants each time they spoke to Mr Arnold they dared not look directly at him.
What was in those eyes that people feared? That, she didn't know but now she was his personal maid, she didn't want to be different from the rest.
Besides , Lady Ann told her all she needed to know so as not to get on his bad books.
He noticed the new changes then he chuckled inwardly. "Who taught her that?". He said to himself.
And clearly waved the thoughts away immediately he saw what she was putting on.
He looked up to her, and slowly looked down to her feet and then up to her face again.
She knew he needed explanations. So she spoke "Aaa..and this, I got it since I'm your personal maid I..I..I had to dress up as one".
She said softly as though she was explaining to a scolding father why she played out in the rain.
Not minding what she said he looked down to the floor. And took seconds to respond..
"You're late for your duties, it's 8:02, I ought to be given dinner at about 8 o o'clock on the dot".
He said to her as his eyes were fixed to the ground. He didn't for once looked up to her.
Thoughts flowing through her mind, she was so scared. His voice was deep and cold, she thought that he was going to ask her to leave for this one mistake she made.
Tears welled up in her eyes. Why didn't she keep to time? She caused.
She tried holding the tears but she couldn't, immediately she blinked, a single tear rolled down her cheek.
"I..I waited, I waited for you to return, but I was carried away" . She quavered .
Arnold upon hearing her quavering voice, he was stunned.
"Was she? Was she crying?".
He slowly lifted up his head. And then she quickly fixed her eyes down to the floor avoiding his gaze.
Arnold wondered what he said that might have made her cried. "Was he that cold and harsh? Why such a trembling voice? Who was this girl? She was so quick to cry".
Arnold tried recalling if he said something to her that made her cry.
She was so.. he didn't know the right word that would fit in.
She snuffled, "I..I..I'm sorry, I..I'm just tt..two minutes late".
Her her voice quavered as it became unsteady.
She quickly wiped her tear with the back on her palm but it didn't stop more tears from falling.
Arnold for the first time had a crack at his heart, upon seeing her tears.
What was happening to him??? He thought.
For years he hasn't felt such a thing. Who was this girl? He asked himself. He looked at her face as if he was searching for answers to his questions.
"I.." she halted when she was called off.
"Don't". Arnold paused.
"Stop doing that". He continued, he tried to be soft but he just couldn't. That wasn't him,
Arnold had no feelings, Arnold felt no one's pain, he was cold, he didn't care how hurtful his words were each time he spoke to anyone. But not to this girl.
He really tried hard finding the right words to use so he wouldn't hurt and make her cry.
Seeing those tears did something to his body which he just couldn't explain.
No wonder every servant tried not to be in his bad books. He was so cold.
"I.. I..I'll just go get dinner". She snuggled and hurriedly left before he said a word.
He just looked at how she walked from a distance.
She went to the kitchen, which took her a while to get there, because of how huge the house was.
After some minutes she came back with a stainless trolley with iron steel, she rolled it to the Dinning room.
She carefully placed the different dishes on the table.
Placing the table mat in place and putting a wide white glass plate on it
She placed the juice jar, fruit bowl, scoop spoon and others, all in place.
She then walked to where he sat.
"Mister Arnold".. she called as she stood three steps away from the couch.