Violet's POV
I knew it.
She really did know something about this. I walked over to the table with a thin and small book in my hand. I lightly lifted the teaspoon into the air, stirring the tea with it. My gaze remained on Olivia while I continued to stir my tea, the drink slightly making a miniature whirlpool on the center of the cup.
"How did you know about this?"
I asked with a calm expression.
"When Master Amaryllis asked me to fetch you in your room, I overheard them talking about your engagement with the young master Entrinia." She stated.
"The man that guided us outside to see the carriage, I heard him say that the Master Entrinia wanted his son to be married with the most prosperous family of the society. That is why you are now engaged to the young master Entrinia."
Olivia added.
So that thin man was the Master Entrinia's representative.
Ha! Perfect. Just perfect.
If the Master Entrinia was the one who petitioned the engagement, then it's possible that young master Entrinia does not approve of this engagement too!
And he's not the one who sent those roses! He didn't personally make those roses for me!
"Hehe…"
My shoulders heaved up and down from the attempt to suppress my laughter. Olivia continued to pick up the books, papers, and sheets lying on the floor, completely ignoring my actions. She's already used to this. She has been my personal attendant since I was six. She's just two years older than me, but she's really more responsible compared to me. Whenever I come home filled with bruises and injuries from fights, she is the first person who tends to my injuries and asks me if I was okay, or what I got myself into this time. Honestly, she's doing things above the line of being just my personal attendant. She's been more present in my life compared to my own parents.
I always saw her as my older sister, of course I never admitted that to her. Who knows what she's going to respond to that.
"Olivia, You think I can make a visit to the young master Entrinia today?"
I asked with a sinister smile.
"I don't think so. The young master's schedule is very hectic from what I have heard."
Olivia was now over at my huge bookshelf, she then placed the books back to their places one by one. I took a sip of my tea while opening the book. Landing on the first page of the book, my free hand held a spoon, digging it on the slice of cake on the tray.
"How come?"
I asked with a mouthful of cake.
"He's the heir of their company. He's involved with the main administration of the company and he is also currently working as his father's right hand."
Olivia answered without even looking at me.
"How could he do this to me? Asking me to marry him and now even sparing a few hours to see his fiancé?"
With the tone of a distressed wife who was waiting for his husband to come and see him, I closed my eyes with a cheeky smile. I held my cheek with one hand, the other raising the teacup to the level of my mouth.
"Whatever you are planning, stop it."
The sternness of Olivia's voice made my eyes open and drop my pathetic expression immediately. But it was not the usual strict tone I hear everytime she gives me a lecture, everytime she scolds me for getting into fights. Her voice lingered a speck of worry and distress.
"Are you worried about me?"
Despite her worried tone, my ego still decided to taunt her.
"Yes. I am."
Well I did not expect that. Her expression really said she was serious… and angry. I rarely see her make that expression. The only time I saw her make that face was when I came back home barely alive once. But I'm still alive, my limbs are still attached to me just fine, so why is she making that face?
"Why?"
I asked with still a taunting tone, but my curiosity and worry for her overlapped my taunting voice, making it sound like I'm a confused monkey in the middle of a different galaxy.
"You actually think that you can solve this by fighting with someone?"
Olivia turned to me, her arms clutching a satin bed sheet that was once lying on the floor.
"... What a wonderful way of saying that fighting is the only thing I can do."
I dropped my book back to the table, the teaspoon on my hand into the teacup. I crossed my arms and tilted my head, lounging it on the top portion of the seat. Was that an insult? That definitely sounded like an insult.
"That's not what I meant…"
"Then what?"
"I'm just thinking that maybe, you being engaged with the young master Entrinia will make you… happier."
"Ha?"
My face scrunched up in an ugly manner. What the f*ck? Out of all people, Olivia actually thinks that I would be happy to engage with someone? Just what did they have for breakfast today? What does she mean by happier? I'm already happy by doing nothing.
"Did you eat something bad today?"
I asked.
"Cut it out, and no I did not."
Olivia answered.
"I'm just saying that maybe you'll actually end up liking the young master Entrinia."
"No thank you."
"You haven't even met him yet and you're already declaring that you don't like him." Olivia added.
"I never said I don't like him."
I never really said it that bluntly. The only thing I don't like about the young master is the fact that he's engaged to me. If he wasn't, his name would never even cross my mind until the day I die.
"You like him, but you just were just talking about sending him a nuclear bomb?"
"... I never said I liked him."
Olivia sighed in response. The silk bed sheet made contact with the sunlight, making it have a pure white glow. She started to fold the bed sheet, careful enough not to let the edges touch the floor. I took a sip of my tea and flipped one page of the book again.
"I'll do my best to arrange a meet up with the young master Entrinia as soon as possible."
Olivia walked over to the huge cabinets on one side of my bedroom still with her arms holding the, now neatly folded bed sheet.
Ha? She'll arrange the meet up? How will she do that? Does she have close ties with the family of Entrinia? She said he was busy right? My thoughts started to float into different directions.
"How will you do that?"
I asked with my head turning to her direction.
"You don't need to know."
She answered, still focused on the bedsheet and cabinet in front of her.
"I actually need to know or else…"
"Or else what?"
I swear I heard a snicker coming out from her.
"Or else I'll actually buy that nuclear bomb."
"As if you could."
Damn it. She's really aware that I can't buy a nuclear bomb.
All my allowance and expenditures all need to go through a process under the main directory of our family. In any case, my parents would know anything I spend my money on. The moment I buy anything out of place, it will surely make my parents' heads turn to me, and I mean this not in a good way. Buying a few hundred books is fine, they don't berate me for it, they actually even support my love for reading. They say it's better to read all day inside my room than spend time outside and come back with my limbs barely attached to my body. But I don't think they will support me in trying to bomb someone…
"Can the young master Entrinia and I meet tomorrow?"
I asked with my eyes glued on the page of the book in my hand.
"I don't know, but I'll do my best to set the meet up as soon as possible."
Olivia closed the cabinet doors shut and made her way to the door.
"And stop throwing your room into a mess."
She added before I saw her back completely disappearing into the other side, the door making a clicking sound as she closed it once again. I ate another spoonful of the moist cake, my eyes still focused on the book. Despite my eyes being glued to the book, my thoughts were floating elsewhere. Just how on Earth am I going to stop this engagement?
I have only thought of four ways to get myself out of whatever this sh*t is. One, convince my parents to tear the engagement apart. Second, convince the young master Entrinia to stop the engagement using his privilege and power over this matter. Third, run away. Fourth, buy a nuclear bomb to send flying at Entrinia.
The first option is even an option. I'm a hundred percent sure my parents will never be convinced to break the engagement. The second might be possible. From my previous deductions, if the young master Entrinia is not the one who raised the idea of getting engaged with me, he might just be able to break the engagement with a little help from me, from the sidelines of course. Running away will not work smoothly too. I don't want to go homeless and most importantly, I don't want to leave my room and my books. Setting a bomb flying to young master Entrinia is plausible in some cases, but I don't want to become a murderer. It sounds like a lot of work.
I leaned back my head against the soft cushion behind me, my eyelids slowly being pulled down by weariness. It's still eleven in the morning but I'm already this tired, it's much better to fight a boxing champion and get beaten to pulp than face this damn engagement! Who knew it was this tiring to be engaged. My consciousness left my body. The book in my hand dropped to the floor. I better not have a dream about me being married. They did say that you will end up dreaming about the last thing you think about before going to sleep… Should I think about setting off a nuclear bomb? Right. Setting a bomb off to Entrinia…
***
A warm and soft sensation enveloped my face. As if a child's chubby, smooth, and soft hands were running on the surface of my face, trying to sooth the worn out muscles. What the f*ck is this? My eyes fluttered awake, a gentle breeze entered the room through the open windows as the warm sunlight landed on my face. Ah, it was just the sunrays. I fell asleep.
The book that I held was now on the floor, there was still a bit of tea left in the cup, and the cake on the tray was half eaten. The room was just as it was, just as I saw it before I fell asleep. My eyes scanned the room quickly before landing on the clock. It's already 5 pm. I was asleep for a pretty long time. I slowly stood up from my seat, my eyes still half open.
I stretched my arms lightly before crouching down to pick up the book. I think I have already read this book before, was it my second time reading this book? I walked over to the bookshelf to place the book back. While dragging my body and soul languidly towards the bookshelf, my free hand ran through my hair, lightly combing it. My jet black hair fell over my shoulders as I placed the book into the shelf. I need to tidy up the table too. Thank goodness ants didn't come into my room to eat the leftover cake. I'd be in huge trouble if that happens… How could ants even climb up all the way here?
My thoughts ran to different directions as I picked up the teacup and placed it back on the tray along with the used spoons and the half eaten cake. I balanced the tray on one hand and opened the door using the other then closed it back again. I started to walk down the hallway with the tray in my hands.
A servant who was walking by suddenly approached me, she seemed hesitant though. I looked forward and saw a few more servants, they must be on the same duty as her. But they all looked away as soon as my attention directed towards them. With a shaky voice, the girl who approached me finally voiced out,
"...I- I can take that tray for y-you my lady…"
Ah. I see. She must have been forced by the others to help me. It is unusual to see one of the masters of the house carry a dirty tray around. If someone saw this, they would think that the servants and attendants of the house are lousy and unproductive. Of course, the servants of our house are anything but lousy. They do their job properly and professionally, the only thing they can't do is get along with me. A percent of our servants and attendants are the same age as me, however they always avoided interacting with me. Possibly because I always come home with injuries and the fact that a lady of high society like me gets into street fights is beyond unusual.
I don't mind them not interacting with me though. I don't like some of the servants' faces anyway.
"Sure."
I handed the tray to the girl in front of me and walked past her. I heard some of the servants heave a sigh. What? Did they think I was going to throw a tantrum? And why did they look like they just saw their evil dictator?
I made my way to a certain room on the second floor of the manor. The servants cleaning up the little head statues on the hallway all looked at me with panicking eyes. What the f*ck is wrong with them?
Without hesitation, I opened the door leading to my father's office. As expected my father was there.
"What did I tell you about barging into people's rooms like a mad man?"
He started while signing a paper on his desk.
"I didn't barge in."
"What brings you here then?"
He asked, still with his eyes on the document.
"Tell the young master Entrinia I want to see him."
As soon as those words left my mouth, his head jolted energetically.