Diary

Scarlett's POV

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I gripped the silver railing of the ship and felt the salty ocean breeze blow through my hair. I closed my eyes to let cool blow into my face and then I slowly opened my eyes.

I looked straight ahead at the gorgeous, horizon. It was so clean and pure. Absolutely a gift from above.

Then I looked down at the shining diamond-like water below. We were so high up but I could still see the subtle movements from the fish and other animals.

"*Haa*" I breathed out. I felt so serene I could stay here forever. Looking at the beautiful ocean around me.

"Are you enjoying the view miss?" I jumped at the sudden voice.

I turned to see Sasha, she's a maid that's been with Samuel for a long time, ever since she was a teenager. She's in her late-thirties, sturdy as an ox, and is a total mama bear. With pale blonde hair in a bun, deep blue eyes that matched the sea below with a bit of crowd feet, a pearly white smile, and a thick curvy body. She's the best.

"Oh, honey why crying? Did Samuel do something?" She interrogated me with her voice starting to growl.

Crying? I wiped my cheek looked at my fingers. They were shiny, I slowly rubbed my fingers together until it finally set in.

"Ah, no Samuel didn't do this I guess got a little too caught up in the view. I need a wipe I didn't grab my waterproof mascara!" I started to fan my eyes but Sasha started to laugh.

"*Ha ha ha ha ha*"

This was serious! I didn't want to look like a mine! Why was she laughing!?

"Sasha this serious!" I yelled at her.

"*ha ha ha cough ahem* Sorry miss, but it's just that. When I last came to your loft I made sure to replace your mascara with waterproof ones after that dinner party fiasco." She chuckled.

"Oh, " I completely forgot about that. Oh, I'm so dumb! I felt like crying again and my cheeks turn a shade of roset.

Sasha patted my shoulder and lightly pinched my cheek. " Aw, miss how is it you seem to get cuter the more you grow?" She sweetly asked.

What did I say about the mama bear thing?

"I also thought I'd told you not to call me Miss anymore," I said puffing my cheeks out.

She wiped the tear stain on my other cheek and said, " Oh you know I can't do that. Now let's talk about the plan."

"Now I've got the candles, some music, some nice wine, rose petals, chocolate, whipped cream, strawberries, what do you have?" She asked with her eyes sparkling.

Yep, Sasha knew about my intentions. Hell, she even helped me plan it. I didn't mention it before but she's a great wing woman.

She always knew about my strong feelings towards Samuel and how I wished to give him my all. So she decided to be a total boss and help me out.

"No underwear, various toys, and a naughty schoolgirl uniform." I started my list.

"Oooh, spicy!" She exclaimed.

"Ok! I'm going to arrange everything so when night falls all you have to do is show off the goods kay?" She made sure to explain once again.

I nodded and clapped my hands. I would've jumped up and down but I would break my neck since I was wearing these damn heels.

*Pssht* "Sasha come in, Sasha!" The radio Sasha used to communicate with the other staff buzzed and a whiny sounding voice came from the other side.

Sasha rolled her eyes so hard and pinched the bridge of her nose whilst shaking her head.

"What's up Sash?" I asked and called her by her nickname.

"It's the new hire. She's just A LOT. She's this spoiled little girl who does no work. Well, she does but whatever she does do she either quits halfway through or messes it up.

Either way, we have to clean it up.

But it's obvious she's just trying to get a payday or a sugar daddy. She's a gold digger. She hits on men young or old.

And you know I don't slut-shame but damn this girl is *ugh*. She takes being a gold digger and being freaky to another level.

She pokes holes into her condoms in hopes of getting knocked up. She pumps guys full of Viagra and she even gives herself fertility shots before boning down.

She's willing to do anything for the price. She's basically a high-class, extremely expensive hooker.

Again not judging. But the girl's really pretty, no SMOKING! So I'm pretty sure that she's preparing to become a pretty little wife by the ancient art of baby trapping." Sasha groaned.

"Oh should I talk to-, " I tried offering her some help but she quickly cut me off.

"No, no, no. A sweet innocent girl like you? You shouldn't be involved with such trivial matters." She patted my head.

*Pssht* "SASHA! I need you! Come in!" The voice whined loudly.

Sasha sighed and grabbed the radio off her hip. She pressed the button and asked exasperatedly, " *sigh* Sasha here, what do you need Amber?"

I could barely hear anything the girl or Amber was saying but the longer she talked. The more Sasha looked ready to bash her head in.

" Ok, just stay there. I'm on my way, " Sasha said through clenched teeth.

She gave me an annoyed but sorry look and walked off. I wanted to try and stop her but she's incredibly fast.

I still don't know why Sasha puts up with this. I offered her some money and a place to stay but she's too proud. Samuel's parents even offered her retirement that was greater than her salary but she turned that down too.

I am pretty sure she plans to work to her grave.

*Hah* Some people are so stubborn.

"*Hiss* Ow!" My ankles accidentally bent the wrong way almost breaking. Damn these heels hate me! I need to take them off.

I started to walk away from the railing and it was hard to keep my balance with the steady rocking of the yacht.

I was able to cautiously tiptoe my way to my room. Once I got there I immediately took my heels off and threw them against the wall.

Beauty is pain but those are SO not worth a broken neck. They're cute and all but NO, absolutely not.

I collapsed onto my back into my soft white bed and groaned. Partly in relief and partly in exhaustion and pain. I scrunched up my toes, curling and uncurling them slowly.

I spread my arms out and closed my eyes and I slowly breathed through my nose.

After a minute of total silence, I was so BORED. I quickly sat up and ran over to my bags that laid stacked up by the door. I grabbed one of my large gray suitcases and slammed it onto my bed.

I unzipped the bag and opened it up. I dug to the bottom and pulled out my bright red laptop.

I zipped my bag back up and pushed it back to the ground making a good *thump* and I grabbed the laptop with both hands and hopped onto the bed with my legs crossed. I lightly bouncing when hopped onto the bed and gripped my laptop tighter.

I opened it up and slammed the power button over and over until my finger was sore. When it finally turned on I quickly went to create a new document.

'Diary entry 5,261.'