7:45am
Golden warm rays of sunlight crept through the window, the room was bathed in a soft, ethereal light.
The sunlight piercing through the thin curtains, made her skin warm.
It was all a dream,a funny dream. Those weird bizarre ones people have once in a while.
"Miss?,miss?..", a voice called out to her in her dream, she tried to follow the voice, find out who, it was such a weird dream. She rolled over to her belly to be more comfortable, still sleeping.
"Miss....?", The voice came again.
"Miss!!!",the voice came, only this time it was like a sledgehammer, crushing her dreams and jolting her awake.
"Ah!!!", Red woke up with a start. She looked around the room she was in, her mind still lagging behind, tried to keep up with the pace of her now woken and alert body. Her eyes settled on the blur figure before her, when her eyes adjusted to the morning light she realized, a middle-aged woman dressed in a professional maid outfit stood at the foot of the bed, looking at her quizzically and confused, as Red looked around the room in confusion, then at the dress she still had on from yesterday's event.
"Shit", Red cursed quietly. It wasn't a dream at all, she wasn't dreaming, It was all real. The kiss, getting caught, the deal. It was all real,she was still in Mr Wells's home.
After she had said good byes to his acquaintances, he had brought her back up stairs and handed her over to Joe.
"Take her to one of the rooms,make sure she doesn't come out of it, and no one goes in or out without my permission", he said to Joe, as he walked back to join the party. He didn't say a word to her, or spare her a glance. she hasn't seen him since then.
Joe had ushered her into a room, the door creaking shut behind him as he left, locking her inside. The sound of the lock clicking into place echoing through the space. She began to desperately search around the room, trying to find a way to escape.
The room was perched high above the ground, a dizzying height, escaping through the window was not a viable option. A jump from there would be suicidal, with no chance of surviving the fall. She felt trapped and helpless once again.
Joe had been smart enough, deliberately choosing a room that seemed to defy gravity. The estate's architectural design had ensured that this particular room was inaccessible from anywhere but the door, a prison disguised as a luxurious room.
She couldn't attempt to unlock the door, someone stood guard at it,she didn't know if it was Joe or someone else, she couldn't tell, they were quiet, except for the occasional footsteps she heard at the door, plus she didn't have her purse with her which contained her tools. Aiden had taken it away, making sure to take extra caution with her.
After trying for hours to find a way to escape the room,she gave up and crawled into the bed. Overwhelmed, tired and alittle hungry, she slept off..
"Erhh...,miss?", The voice came again, bringing her back to reality. The maid eyed her, looking at her like a deranged beast.
Red looked up at her.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up,but I was assigned to this room to attend to your basic requirements, are you... alright miss?", The maid asked.
"Fine, I'm fine. Sorry I zoned out", Red murmured, not knowing what else to say.
"The rooms in the guest wing have not yet been refurbished, and the water heater in the bathrooms don't work anymore". The maid offered her a small apologetic smile. "We don't get many visitors here, Mr Wells moved back to the estate only recently, so there's still alot of repairs and renovations to be done. For now i'll bring up hot water for you to bathe with. As for breakfast; would you like it before or after you freshen up?".
"After please?", Red answered awkwardly.
It was weird having a maid attend to her. The closest thing she has had to a maid was room service, when she stayed at a hotel.
"Excellent choice miss...?"
"Isabelle", Red smiled at her and she reciprocated back.
"you can call me Mary. You must be starving, I'll bring breakfast right away, after you have had a bath".
"Thank you".