Longing
The voice from aunty Jane's call brought me back. It was a beautiful morning, the memories of yesterday still fresh like it was still happening now, but getting up was not in my dictionary, Anna I hope you are not still in bed I heard her voice again I know it was time for serious business no more laying around.
I heard mr Jason left this morning, Lydia said. That's a lie the Jason Barron I know never spends a night said mila the most prettiest girl in the inn, and in who's inn was he last night? Came a sharp voice from behind them the passage became silent that voice was feared by all. Not a single sound was heard with trembling shoulders Lydia turn lo it was really her, madame Cassandra cold and icy aura around her made her distant and alof, standing there elegantly and graceful, good mor... mo.. morning ma'am shaking and shuttering they both greeted her in unison. "I won't repeat myself again" came her sharp and icy voice and with trembling shoulders Anna ma'am Lydia answered fear evident in her voice
Anna the new girl, has it been a month since she arrived here? She asked, yes ma'am it's just five month and a day now since her arrival Lydia replied, very well then send her to my room leaving both girls stupidfy and dumbfounded. Mila the first to recover breathed a sigh of relief after madame C's departure, Lydia who was still in her train of thought brought back to reality by mila saying shouldn't we make her be in madame C red book? What do you think Lydia, I never heard this evil you speak of and don't count me in when her wrath comes. Since when did you become a saint, after what you did five months ago with that new girl? Or should I tell everyone? I don't think that will be enough madame C will have to hear it don't you think? Lydia's face pale as white sheets of paper shaking and tripping without any help from the one she called her best friend fell hard on the marble floor trembling what did you say? You did that to her not me mila why are you putting the blame on me, you promised not to bring this matter up for discussion.
What a long day, longing for home and my freedom is not going to be easy that is a fact I know of, entertaining men all day was never my dream, I don't wish for prince charming nor one of moms fairytale story to come to reality just a man that will respect, love, care and accept responsibilities that's all I think that's too much to asked right? Auntie Jane came inside my room smiling at me, good evening auntie Jane the smile on face froze I new what she would say next like it's on replay mood "I have told you not to call me that do I really look that old to you?" She was an angel made just for me within five months of my stay here she made me understand that life was full with ups and downs lastly not to trust anyone including her. My small room decorated by me cozy clean and comfy just the way I liked it. Okay fine, what should I call you then with that the smile radiated beautiful and charming back on face she sat down on my bed while I sat on the stool close to my lightstand table "guess what" common Jane you know I don't do guesses just go straight, you are spoiling the fun making puppy face. Spill the beans or I'm leaving you I want to go take a shower okay fine Mr Barron is here again for you baby girl. WHAT?