While discussing with Mam Camila, Jessica returned and told me she would be leaving. Mam Camila asked if she could wait until in the evening but she shook her head negatively and told her it would be better if she leave now the fact that she didn't even tell her mother she was following me.
Hence, Mam Camila agreed and even decided to talk to the driver to take Jessica home. However, Jessica said she wouldn't be going home straight, that she would visit one of her friends at the main streets to collect something. "Okay then, do greet your mom for me. I may come tomorrow, hopefully" Mam Camila said.
"Alright, I will let her know about that" Jessica said in acknowledgement before she took her way. She said she had booked a taxi since, and very soon it would arrive. Surprisingly, as soon as we escorted her to the main gate we saw the taxi coming. "That's it!" she pointed at it, "See you guys soon" she bade us goodbye and hopped into the taxi the moment it stopped. Hence, Mam Camila and I waved at her as the taxi drover away.
"She's not comfortable here, I guess" Mam Camila uttered. I didn't know why she said that but something told me it was because Jessica chose to leave and not wait for me.
"Well, I think so" I looked at her and shrugged.
"Hmm, let's go back inside. Shall we?" she held my hand and together we went back into the mansion. There, I helped her with some of her duties... which include monitoring the other servants, making sure they discharge their duties well, and keeping record of some things before Frank arrives. She was really trying the fact that it wasn't an easy job, even though it seemed to be easy at first.
Before Frank arrived, we went to the kitchen to observe the chefs. Albeit Mam Camila left early, leaving me with the chefs. The chefs were women as opposed to the men I envisioned in my mind. Actually, there was a cooking program I used to watch which involved different chefs from different countries coming together to showcase their talents in order to earn a price which was usually ten thousand bucks. The chefs were mostly men and I had thought the Walter's chefs were also men. But when I realized they were women, I couldn't stop smiling.
Anyways, that didn't stop me from asking if they could one day teach me how to make some of their dishes. They smiked and promised to do that whenever I was ready, as long as the young master consent to the training. Young master was Frank, they referred him as that while they referred to his father as Master. When Frank's father were aware, he was always they one the servants would report things to or seek requests from. But the moment his parents arrived or were around, they would be the ones the servants would report things to or seek consent or request.
I really loved how organized everything was in the house, and how cooperative the other servants were to Mam Camila. Even in her back, they didn't used to show disrespect. They would always take her orders and ask questions related to things they have no idea of. For example, what would the young master wants? How does he wants it? And other related questions. Also, even the other senior servants that were older than her, they used to obey and report to her. After all, she was ahead of them.
She was the head of all the servants, but certainly not the head of the security guards. The head of the security guards now was Dante, although I had only seen him few times before. He was the one in charge of monitoring the CCTV cameras in the whole mansion, keep or delete footages, and manage the security situation in the mansion. All other guards obey him. If there is any problem, they would report to him and wait for his order. And as their head, he would report to Frank. Only he can report to Frank, and just like Mam Camila he also had no deputy or assistant.
When dinner was ready, Mam Camila and I monitored the servants as they began arranging the tables. They placed evey cutlery, every dish, and every drink where it was supposed to be. They knew everything and would make sure everything was perfectly organized. That was my first time being around them while they arrange the table, and to say I was amazed is an understatement. I was really amazed. If I knew that was how they used to arrange things earlier, I would have praise them more. It usually take them less than fifteen minutes to arrange everything, although sometimes Mam Camila told me it used to take them more than that. When I asked how and why, she told me it depends on when exactly the Walters wants to eat. If the servants find out the Walters aren't in a hurry to take their meal, they would take their time to perfectly arrange the table.
That was great, even though they were all being paid but seriously they were all trying. Also, you hardly see or hear them gossiping. Unlike we use to see in the movies or read in novels. Also, they were agile... very swift in discharging their duties. Mam Camila told me in total, they were thirteen. Plus her, fourteen. And they all lived in the other side of the mansion except for her, whom was giving a room somewhere around the back exit of the mansion close to the store. There, she lived in a normal sized bird with television, furniture, a bathroom and also chairs and couch. You wouldn't even know the room belongs to her, it was so nice that even my room – after having checked it – couldn't be compared to hers. That was an undeniable fact that she was being treated nicely by the Walters Family.
That made me to like the family even more, however I was still scared about meeting Mr and Mrs Walter. I was scared of what they might say about me, even though something used to tell me since I have Mam Camila and Frank, I shouldn't worry about anything. But I was still scared. Infact, whenever she talked about them the first thing that would come into my mind would be fear. I tried all my best to overcome that fear but to no avail, and that made me concluded that they best thing is to just wait and see what would happen. If they return from their trip and Frank invited me, sure I will try to dress well in order to impress them. I would also try all my best to make sure I spray the appropriate perfume, a vintage one with expensive smell. That would make me presentable, even though I know for sure it wouldn't change the fact that I was from a poor background, and that was what I was scared might stop them from ever considering or accepting me as their daughter in-law.
Perhaps I used to watch movies a lot to have such mindset, but I had also heard a lot from people... especially on blogs, where people used to talk about their experiences about being rejected by the family of their boyfriend or girlfriend just because they came from a poor background. Yes, boys used to be rejected too. In fact, most of the cases of family rejecting children in-law are men. They were the once that used to face such problems more, as for women it also used to happen but not always and it wasn't predominant. However, that didn't mean it doesn't used to happen. And it's always when someone isn't rich or from a rich family, I am sure if you have all it takes to be labeled as a rich person or someone from a rich family, then definitely you would have no problem with the family of the person you would be marrying. Definitely not!
After arranging the table, Mam Camila insisted I must have a shower, change into a new dress and apply make up in order to look more appealing before Frank arrives. That was odd, I actually didn't expect that as I was already in a good outfit and was already looking good, or wasn't I? Well, to be honest I didn't think all that was necessary... but in order not to make her feel somehow, I decided to oblige. However, the main problem was that even if I change I wouldn't be able to replace my current dress with another outfit the fact that I didn't bring extra clothes with me. I was happy to apprise her about it thinking she wouldn't find a solution to it, but to my utmost dismay she told me when she left me in the kitchen with the chefs, she had went to order for a gown my size. A wonderful gown that she believe would definitely fit me and Frank would like it. I was totally confused, and in my mind I asked myself what if it didn't fit me. I think somebody needs to tell her she was going far.
Of course she was doing it for me, she wanted to help me and to make me look more beautiful in the eyes of Frank. But wasn't she going far? Men really love beauty, when a woman is beautiful they become obsessed with her, and when she dress more appealing and add make up, she becomes more attractive to their eyes. "Natural beauty isn't just enough, you need to dress more attractive and add more make up in order to make a man happy. Don't you know how men love beauty?" Mam Camila said and then continued, "Men truly love when a woman appears neat and beautiful. She becomes hot, and when she becomes hot her love will increase in their hearts. And when her love increase in their hearts, they become obsessed and sometimes her words become their command. That is what we call, winning a man. Ni charm, no spell, no voodoo. Just your skills and your time. You use your skill in self beautification and take your time to make sure you wear the right clothes and apply the right make up on your face".
"Yes, you are right Mam Camila. However, the fact that we weren't married yet I think it's better I don't push beyond my limit. What if I dressed hot and ended up turning him on? I mean, what if I kick-start his libido and he demands for my body? That's why I just didn't like the idea of dressing s*xy and applying too much make up" I said trying to make her understand.
"Yes, although..." she huffed, "Let me gist you about my life when I was a young lady. My first husband, Diego was a very good man. I was younger than him by far and he really loved him. Just like you and Frank, Diego loved me a lot. Whenever he's coming, he would come with a lot of gifts for me. My mom would make me to dress well so as to impress him. I used to think feel shy but despite that, I used to go to him whenever he comes. Sometimes we would stay in our corridor, and sometimes outside in his Beatle car. Then, it was an expensive vehicle that only the rich could afford. He somewhat managed to buy it after selling a large piece of land he inherited from his father. Whenever I happened to be at the back seat of his car he would tiuch and kiss me. I was so shy and would try to push him away. However, my mom would encourage me to let him feel my body. Even though it was wrong, since he was going to marry me she told me not to worry. I heeded her advice, but despite allowing Diego to touch my body the way he wanted, he didn't sleep with me until after my marriage. Believe me Laura, not all men are bad. Even if Frank touches you, I am sure he would never take advantage of you before marriage. Make-up and dressing more appealing would only make him to love you more, not to take advantage of you. I hope you get what I am saying? Frank would never take advantage of you, trust me!"
