Chapter 4

The man lives in a mansion. A real mansion. Castle-like. I feel like a princess right now. But my prince is an idiot who asks me to call him formally. 

Alright, sir.

The doors slide open before he even gets in. I gather as much of my gown as I can and run after him to match his long strides. He just turns back and shakes his head.

I can't wait to see how big my bed will be. I imagine my pillows being clouds that would make me fall asleep immediately my head hits them. I swear, immediately I get to my room, I'm falling asleep immediately. I won't have to do any work at all. 

"Can you please show me where my room is?" I ask.

"Sure. I mean, you probably can't find your way around here anyway. The living room's probably bigger than your whole house."

The tears fall out of my eyes.

"You don't have to be so demeaning. I know I came from a poor background, but you don't have to make fun of it."

"Oh, I'm just getting started. Now, stop crying like a baby and come see your room."

I expect him to start heading upstairs to show me the room, but he doesn't. Instead, he turns left and opens the tiny room. The room screams darkness. He moves down the stairs and asks me to follow. I'm tempted to shut the door and let him starve to death down there. I am a civil human being, so no.

I follow him down the steps. I can barely see. I take my phone out of my purse and turn on the flashlight. It's his basement. It better not be what I'm thinking. 

"Is there another secret bedroom underneath this basement?" I ask to receive no answer. As we finally reach the proper basement, I cover my nose from the smell. Nobody has come here in ages. It's that obvious. There are scattered boxes around. And the worst part is that the roof is leaking. 

"This," he says, gesturing around the room. "is your room."

"You have got to be kidding me."

"No." He places a dress in my hand. "That's your uniform. It is now you job to clean the whole house. If anywhere is dirty. Or if I see even a speck of dirt on the counter, you will be in trouble."

The dress is a black gown with a white apron with it. A maid's uniform.

"But you married me," I cry. "If you wanted me to be your maid, you should have just said so."

"It was fun getting married to you against your will."

"I can leave if I want to."

"If you leave, I will make your life so miserable, you will offer to lick my shoes. Now, get to work."

With that, he leaves me in the room alone and goes to wherever he's going to. 

I look around the room one more time. There isn't even a bed in the room. I quickly change to my new uniform and head back to the main living room. After much difficulty, I am finally able to locate where the cleaning supplies are kept. 

Some of the other maids are staring at me as I walk around, wearing the same uniform as them.

Keep your head high, Euthalia.

"The billionaire business man, Alfredo Dajendro, has just gotten married this evening to a mystery girl this afternoon in the St Paul's Baptist Church. According to his ex-girlfriend, Miss Sarah Cuddleton, her name is Euthalia Fernandez. Nobody has seen the couple together before and judging the fact that they are not of the same status, something seems to be wrong."

The newscaster blabs on. I look at the television screen and see how scared I look beside him as I stand beside him for the pictures.

Somebody should notice that something is wrong.

The female maids are giggling and pointing at me.

"If only they knew what she's doing here right now," one of them says and the rest giggle along.

One of the males offer to help me wipe the tables. I politely tell him I don't need his help and beat the tables harder with the rag.

I get a glimpse at the servant quarters. It's on the other side of the property. Trust me, it's like a mini mansion too. Another heaven on Earth. 

Alfredo heads out after taking a shower. He looks refreshed while I'm sweating my life out as I clean. He doesn't even look in my direction as he heads out. The driver drives off while I stand there eying the car till it's out of the driveway.

I find a note on the table, saying I should bring lunch for Alfredo to work. Its past 4pm. Lunch is over. The man can even order lunch from anywhere in the world. 

I slam my hands on the table and head to the kitchen to make some Alfredo pasta. The kitchen is another huge place. It takes me a whole hour to find everything. I can't ask the cooks who just stand in one corner. They would never even help me. They just stare like they have never seen a girl before. 

The food is finally ready and I pack in a cooler. I head to the garage and find one of the drivers. 

"Uhm hi," I greet. "Alfre…Mr. Dajendro has asked me to bring some brunch for him. So would you please take me there to deliver his lunch?"

The man shakes his head. "I'm sorry, Miss. Sir said none of the drivers should take you anywhere."

I groan. "Okay, I get that. But he specifically asked me to bring his lunch to him." I even bring out the note and show to him. At least he would know his boss' handwriting. He stares at it and shakes his head once again.

Tell me why I have idiots around me.

I groan and start walking.