Chapter Eight
I sat down on my bed few minutes after Camille's brother left. It's funny how I still don't know his name. I rubbed my lips again as if to confirm that the kiss is real. What is it about today?
First it was Rocky and then Camille's brother. Well, he didn't really kiss me. But earlier, he had leaned in so close to me that I could feel his breath on my face. This time I didn't make the mistake of closing my eyes.
And again, just like before he moved backwards before our lips even touched. Is he making fun of me? He turned to the door to walk out but stopped when he got to the doorway.
"You have grown wiser. It was wise of you to keep your eyes open cause I wasn't even gonna kiss you," He said and my fists clenched angrily beside me. What the heck does he take me for?
Does he think he can just breeze in here to tease me and then leave so easily? I didn't reply him though. He opened the door and as the door creaked close, he warned,"Always keep the door closed whenever you leave and make sure to take time to clean your room sometimes."
I gasped in shock at his words. Was he indirectly saying my room stinks? If it does then why does he still sneak in here? I hissed and walked to the bathroom.
Shivering at the coldness of the water, I slowly took my bath and let the cold water wash my pain away. Then I slipped into my old bed that made a loud creaking sound, not like anyone would hear anyway.
I sniffed the air inhaling the faint scent of the cologne he left behind. The scent was oddly comforting cause I didn't even reminisce about the past like I used to every night... I just let the exhaustion take over me and I slept off.
I was suprised to have woken up so late the next day. It was surprising that Camille didn't send anyone to come and get me. I slipped out of bed and quickly washed up.
Then I walked to the bundle of clothes Camille gifted me. I chose a beautiful pink dress and avoided the gowns that looked tight and would most likely clung to my curves.
I do not need unwanted attention today and I intend on avoiding two people. Camille's brother and Rocky. But I doubt I will even have the chance to see the latter.
I walked down the quiet hallway and straight to the kitchen. Margaret was scrubbing off dirt from dishes I assumed was used for breakfast.
I instantly dreaded the thought that I might have missed my own share of breakfast cause I could feel a hunger storm brewing in my stomach. I walked to Margaret and she soon noticed me.
She looked up from the pot she was scrubbing and asked me,"I do hope you got enough rest cause you will need it later."
I was confused and was just about to ask her what she mean when she continued,"I left a portion of oat for you. It must be cold by now but you have to manage it. There's a tin of milk beside it."
She gestured at the kitchen island and I thanked her. I carried the medium sized bowl of oat I saw and devoured it in minutes. Once I finished, I walked to her to wash my plate in the sink but she stopped me,"I heard that the baroness has already shared chores among the maids. Leave the plate in the sink and hurry to meet her so you can know your task for today."
I nodded and did as she said. I walked quickly to the baroness chambers and as soon as I walked in, I wished I had come sooner or later. At least, I wouldn't have to see him.
But I didn't have any other choices so I walked to them and bowed in front of Camille. She remained expressionless and only nodding to acknowledge my greetings.
I bowed to him also and he nodded. "Baroness," I started. "Margaret has asked me to come here and request for my chores."
"I have assigned you and two other slaves to be in charge of cleaning Murray's court this afternoon and Nivia will be in charge of supervising you all," she answered.
I cringed at her words. Nivia!? That witch will make my task unbearable for me. Not like I can protest to Camille. Secondly, cleaning Baron Murray's court will take forever.
Camille usually assign older slaves to clean the court cause it's one hell of a task to do... It's like one of the most difficult tasks. No wonder Margaret had asked that confusing question in the kitchen.
She probably already knew what I was going to face today. I looked at Camille without saying anything. She usually assign younger slaves to the court only if she wants to punish someone.
But I haven't done anything to offend her so it must one of the other two slaves I am supposed to be working with.
"And why are you still standing there?," I heard Camille's deep voice that sounded scary for her small stature. I immediately bowed again and scrambled out of the room.
I heard him chuckle as I slipped out and Camille asked,"I do not understand what is funny to you Conan." Then I closed the door behind me... So his name is Conan? That name sounds odd just like him.
"Do you plan to laze around eavesdropping all day in front of the baroness room?," I heard Nivia's question and looked up at her just in time to see that familiar scorn on her face.
"I wasn't eavesdropping," I tried to say but she cut me off,"Follow me... Don't waste any more time. We don't have all day." Then she walked away.
I sneered at her and followed behind. Why is she acting all superior just because she has been assigned to supervise us today? I'll rather she just stay in Camille's room and flatter her all day to suck up to her like she normally does.