Flower has to admit it wholeheartedly that this baked pie and pork meat sandwiches tasted more esculent than the ones her mother used to make. Somehow, this woman had managed to create it in a more delicious manner, and with a more pleasant scent. Although her mother's own too occasionally taste beauteously, however, this baked pie and sandwiches has a slight different to her mother's own.
The thought of this baked pie and sandwiches reminded Flower about her sweet mother who would do ultimately everything just to make her and her little sister, Amanda happy. She was the kindest, meekest and sweetest. Since the day their father had died, her mother had always made them not to feel their father's absence by being both a father and a mother to them.
Indeed, she was the sweetest of all.
Always trying to provide them with whatever they needed. Her mother would work almost three jobs at a time just to cater for their needs. She would always smile when sad and would always act as though everything was fine, when truly it wasn't.
Flower couldn't help but start to cry once again. The tears slide down her cheeks mischievously like raindrops. Flower sniffled multiple times as catarrh kept dripping down her nose whilst crying.
Flower wasn't crying because her mother was dead. Her mother was hale and hearty, nothing was wrong with her as of the time she was still home. She was fine and healthy. Flower was just crying due to not knowing if she would ever be able to see her good old sweet mother anytime soon, or even forever.
Since Amanda, Julius and Mr Thompson had already gone to their graves. Mrs Thompson, her mother was the only living family member Flower has at present. This was the reason for her profound bundle of tears and sorrows.
Flower continued crying. Crying was the only way to express her grief and lament her unfortunate life.
Apart from developing funds for her wedding with Julius, her mother too was part of the reason which led them into accepting this wildlife reserve reporting project. Hopefully, if they had been successful and victorious with the project and had recuperate tons of income from the project, then with part of their income they would be able to create a more pleasant life for her mother.
"Mummy…!" Flower silently whispered in agony. 'Mummy… please stay strong for me. I'll make sure to come back to you. I won't let anyone keep you away from me. Mummy I love you so much. You've always taken good care of me like a newborn baby even till when I became an adult, and I have never had a chance to repay your kindness. I'm even so selfish that I want to take my own life and leave you alone in this word. Please forgive me mum for thinking such, but what more choices do I have?' She thought.
Flower hastily wiped her tears. She had unexpectedly and suddenly lost her appetite, after thinking all this, the food were now appearing tasteless from her point of view. Soon enough, Flower carried the tray of food away from her laps after eating a little. She stood up and placed it on the nearby table.
Just as she was about to walk back towards the bed.
Flower heard clanking and jingling of keys from the opposite side of the doorway. It meant someone was about to come in, as soon as the clanking and jingling was over. Someone came in, it was Horatio the butler.
Horatio came in, he glanced towards Flower who was also staring back at him hopelessly and delicately.
Flower stared back at Horatio, wondering what the butler could want from her or what the butler could want to inform her about. Or perhaps the butler was sent to her by Anthony in order to keep any eye on her. Either ways, it doesn't matter as long as it's not bad intentions that he has against her.
Thus, patiently and winsomely, Flower awaited Horatio's words.
Horatio bowed slightly before he spoke.
"Good evening, Young Lady." He greeted casually.
"Yesterday night, the snowstorm caused a great destruction against the our electric source, causing it to malfunction greatly. But now it has been fixed, I've personally fixed it and it's working perfectly fine now. I came here to check and confirm if the electricity gadgets in your room is working exceptionally fine too."
Flower thought about what Horatio was saying. Something them dawned on her regarding the light source. 'Oh! No wonder I couldn't witness any light back when I woke up yesterday night. I had even thought that I was in hell when I couldn't see any light. So childish of me to have thought that,' Flower chuckled inwardly to her words.
Paying more attention to Horatio. "Go ahead," Flower instructed as she didn't see anything wrong in doing so. If anything, she was even happy that they had fixed the light source negativity. Initially, she was someone that doesn't like darkness or when everything became obscure. It causes deep dreads in her heart and make her shiver in nothing but immerse fear.
At home, Flower alone couldn't bare sleeping in darkness or sleeping alone. Thus, eventhough she had her own room, Flower occasionally sleep in Amanda's room or her mother's room.
…
Horatio nodded and heeded to Flower's words. "Alright then," he replied.
Flower went back to the bedside and sat down on it. She sat there observing everything Horatio was indulging himself in. Her eyes followed everything thing he was doing obediently. Watching how Horatio was checking the air conditioner, the bulb socket and the rechargeable lamp that was there etcetera…
'It's so chilling in here,' Flower thought, looking down at the thin dress they made her wear.
The dress was an orange short knee-length gown. It was armless and slightly revealing, showing the upper part of her supple bosoms and her bare shoulders. The dress deemed more like a nightgown than a significant clothing.
'Who could blame them. They probably have no female clothes here and could only fit me in what they apparently have. I wonder if there would be any clothes in that wardrobe.'
With that thought, Flower elevated her butt from the bed surface. Ignoring what Horatio was doing, she made her way towards the huge wardrobe at some corners of the room.
'Hopefully, there might be some more decent clothes there that can contain my chillness, before I die of coldness and turn to an iceberg.'
Flower reached the wardrobe. Opening it up.
Flower gasped!
'No clothes?! Am I supposed to wear this thin nightgown for aslong as I live here? Wouldn't I have to bath and change clothes at some point in time? This people are really something. Do they really expect me to wear this thin cloth forever?' Flower pondered and shooked her head in disbelief.
All that Flower could see in the wardrobe was a white towel and nothing more. She couldn't possibly wear a white towel, that would be too embarrassing and presently their was too much penetrating coldness. Alaska was a very snowy place, sun only shines once in a while and from the current weather it didn't look like the sun was going to start shinning anytime soon.
"Argh!" Flower grunted with a trivial scowl and with abundant ire.
'Bang!' She closed the door forcefully and turned her back against it in fury. She folded her arms and pouted her lips like a little child begging for candy and not being given one.
"Uh!"
Flower became slightly frightened, after seeing Horatio standing in front of her and had been staring at her all along. She knew that Horatio was in the room, however, she wasn't expecting him to be accurately standing in front of her already and even analyzing everything that she was doing.
Formally, Horatio was busy checking all the light source. Thus, that was what she was expecting Horatio to still be doing. Therefore this was what startled her.
Flower stared back at him with a complicated facial expression. Probably not pleased by so, in addition she was even angry before about the clothes problem and now a middle-aged man was staring at her.
Out of fury she uttered with a folded arm;
"What are you looking at?!"
Horatio cleared his throat, "Forgive me for startling you, Young Lady. I wanted to inform you that I was done, but then I saw that you were busy. Thus, I had to wait until you were done. Incase you needed anything before I go," he stated firmly.
Well of course Flower needed somethings, and since Horatio was giving her a free chance to ask. She didn't mind clasping them tightly.
Flower exhaled in distraught. Unfolding her arms, she moved her mouth and proceeded to speak.
"Yes, it's good that you did so. I need some clothes to wear, and I also need a coat too or perhaps a cardigan. It's bone-chilling here and you know that. I might end up dying of cold if I have to wear this everyday," Flower stated.
Horatio smiled mildly, "You need not worry about that Young Lady. I have been permitted to order some clothes for you online by Young Master. The order has already been placed before you even regained consciousness. What I don't know is why they're taking so long to deliver it. However, I assure you that it would be delivered soon. Please be considerate," Horatio said.
'Hmmm. So Anthony had already instructed Horatio to order some clothes for me online. How thoughtful of him. He seems acceptably kind, but still, I can't help but hate him to the core.'
Snapping out of her thoughts, "That's good to hear Horatio. I'm basically delighted to hear that, I'll anticipate the clothes then," Flower said an adorable smile. "You may leave now. I'll take it from here."
"Okay Young Lady. Have a goodnight rest," Horatio uttered. "I'll get going now."
As soon as Horatio said those words, he bowed trivially and left for the door and out of the room. Locking the door from behind the opposite side as the jingling resounded. Soon enough the jingling of keys stopped and then he went away from the place.
Flower swallowed, she relaxed on the wardrobe and sniffled. Sooner or later, she finally got up and opened the wardrobe door. She clenched the towel, and hung it over her shoulder.
Since Flower wasn't used to sleeping alone. She was basically hoping that a shower would be able to do the trick and let her fall asleep peacefully.
Flower made her way to the bathroom door that had been in the room all along. Opening it, she entered in and went towards the shower.
The bathroom appeared nice and pleasing. It has a mirror, a bathtub, water taps, water closet and the floors were made with blue tiles, different from that of the room.
Flower promptly stripped. Their wasn't much for her to take off anyways, she was barely even wearing anything in the first place. She wasn't wearing any panties or brassier or even any singlets. Her inner body was naked all through, only her outerwears was covering her. Even the outerwears could only cover so much.
One would have been quick to tell that she wasn't wearing any brassiere since her protruded tender nipples were poking out of the thin layer of the dress all along.
Flower promptly took a quick shower. Later on, she came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body. She took her formal dress and wore it above the towel, then afterwards, she evacuated the towel away from her body and cleaned her face with it.
Flower was done with the towel, so she then placed it aside.
She yawned wiltingly.
Indeed the showering method had worked, now she would be able to sleep peacefully without having to wake up in the middle of the night and began to feel scared or dwell in dread.
Then above the bed flower layed. Shadowing herself with the blanket.
Sluggishly and bleakly, her eyes closed. In no time she found her witnessing drowsiness. In no time Flower fell asleep.