CAPITULO 002 Who am I?
"Why, Judy doesn't talk much about who I am..." Marjorie let out a soft sigh, her eyes fixed on the large window in the room as she sat comfortably in the chair near the bed.
"Could I really have lost my memory so suddenly? But... Judy said it was about an accident and didn't want to discuss it further," Marjorie thought, letting her head tilt to the side. Her eyes quickly closed, trying to focus on some memory.
"Arg," she put her hand to her forehead, which hurt for a few seconds. "How can this be so confusing?"
Marjorie was dressed in a long black dress; she didn't know why, but it seemed like she was in mourning. She bit her lip and stood up from the chair; Judy was no longer in the room. Despite having no memory, she opened the door to that room and walked out.
The long corridor quickly caught her attention; her steps were light as she walked through the unfamiliar place. Her eyes were constantly drawn to something that caught her interest. The large window covering the entire corridor brought ample light to the area.
Marjorie looked at a large door; without any knowledge, she opened it and saw the room. Her eyes quickly scanned the surroundings; it was some kind of office, perhaps.
"It seems like it's been empty for a while," she looked around and walked toward the oak table with some papers.
Marjorie leaned over the table, eyes focused on every detail that could help her remember something.
She lightly touched those papers with important subjects and picked up one (Lord, Denver). She was confused; did the man have the same last name as hers?
Marjorie placed the paper on the table and walked to the window, with a view of the illustrious but sparsely inhabited street, surrounded only by forest. No signs of houses, only a young gardener outside cleaning the soil.
"What a nightmare," she thought frustrated and walked back to the dark oak table. She spread those papers searching for her name, but found nothing, only finances, money, maybe debts.
She examined them until she saw an envelope. "Wouldn't hurt to open it... right?" She thought uncertainly, looking around the large office with shelves full of books along one wall.
She tilted her head, pondering whether to open it or not, but not having much choice due to her curiosity, she quickly opened the envelope. As her eyes blinked at those letters, she widened them in shock.
(Marjorie Denver)
The letter was addressed to her and said that everything might belong to her... and the count was dead?
"Oh, no," her father was dead; she was mourning someone she didn't even remember.
Marjorie let the letter fall to the floor as she raised her hands and covered her mouth in a muffled sigh. "What is happening?" She was scared. "This is so confusing."
Her eyes stung a bit; maybe her body reacted to something she couldn't remember. Maybe it was the feeling of having read that, she quickly became so sad. Her body went limp, making her fall heavily into the soft leather armchair. Her eyes lost in the emptiness that invaded her.
"Why don't I remember? I want to remember!" Her voice came out bitter like a spoiled girl. Her eyes were angry and covered in the scalding sadness flames.
"Arg, what an idiot I am," Marjorie sat upset, upset for not remembering anything, not even her lost family.
Marjorie quickly stood up from the chair, walked briskly through that old room, and left that office with quick steps, slamming the door shut. Maybe she felt suffocated with that news. Or it was the feeling of that office belonging to someone important to her, it wasn't clear.
She stood with her back to the door. "This doesn't make sense. How does it? Who am I?" She ran quickly through that long corridor, ignoring the frightened looks of the employees passing by.
That bitter feeling hit her again. "Am I bad? Everyone looks at me with fear." Her eyes wanted to shed tears, and she quickly opened the large glass door at the end of the corridor.
"Wow," the warm sensation hit her body; the burning was as if she hadn't felt daylight for a long time. Marjorie put her hand on her forehead to see where she was.
The garden was beautiful, well, a part of what she could see. The rose bushes were wonderful, a strong blue color that would mesmerize anyone, the freshly cut green grass made her feel like lying on the ground. Meanwhile, the sky was bright with the sun illuminating everything, without a single cloud in that beautiful blue.
The feeling of relief quickly hit her. "Fresh air," she thought a bit happily, trying to push away the negative thoughts that had previously hit her.
Marjorie took a step, ignoring the heel sinking into the grass; her eyes went to every detail she could see, or even intriguing her. She walked carefully through that beautiful garden; it was a new sensation, what she thought was right.
"I don't remember this place," she murmured lightly as she approached a large lake with shining waters that had a big tree with white flowers delicately falling into the water.
"What a mess."
A male voice could be clearly heard, and Marjorie turned around, seeing a man with brown hair breathing heavily, as if he had run, or possibly tried to catch up.
Her eyes quickly became confused at seeing that man. "Who are you?" Marjorie was direct in asking.
"It seems true when Judy told me; I didn't believe much, but now I can see with my own eyes," he said calmly with elegance, adjusting his glasses above his brown eyes near bright yellow.
"Tell me already!" She said coldly, unintentionally making him widen his eyes. "Sorry, it wasn't my intention," she said with a tone of regret.
The man smiled mischievously and looked at her attentively. "You may have lost your memories... but your actions don't lie about who you are, princess," he said lightly and looked at her, finishing.
"Ah...."
"Well... I am Jeremy Faustos, the butler and assistant to the former Count... and now yours."