After discussing with Mam Camila, she took me to her room and showed me the dress she ordered for me. It was a wonderful gown, although I still wished to remain in my current dress. After trying the grown and finding out it fitted me, she smiled and told me she had become a professional in guessing the fact that she only guess the size and miraculously she got it right. Well, I also acknowledged the fact that she was good at guessing. Who would make sure an accurate guess? I wondered. Thus, I went into the bathroom to take a shower. Her bathroom was somehow big but was joined together with the toilet. That wasn't what could be found in other rooms belonging to the Walters though, but it was still good the fact that it was even better than ours.
After taking a shower, I walked out of the bathroom in a bathrobe and Mam Camila who was waiting for me sprayed some kind of spray on my body. It smelled good. Then she helped me rubbed a fresh and soft cream on my body, after that she helped me wore my gown before she took me to her mirror and began applying make-up on my face. I didn't know where exactly she got the make-up kit from but it wasn't around earlier, she must have gotten it from one of the servants... but what were they using it for when make-up wasn't part of the things they used to do in the house. Well, whatever the case was it wasn't my business. The kit was really good and it had a lot of make-up items inside.
The items were topnotch, some even seemed unnecessary to me. Or so I thought. And after the make-up, I couldn't imagine what she transformed me into. She really tried, for someone like her to do such a great job. Seriously, she tried and I somewhat looked okay... although I had felt I would be better off without it. I wasn't comfortable, you know, and that was because I wasn't used to such kinds of make-ups. I preferred applying powder, lipstick... anything to make me look okay, a light make-up but certainly not a heavy make-up. That was the kind of person I was, but I believe she wouldn't believe me. Infact if I dare complain she would start giving me stories about her past life.
The last time we argued about it before she finally convinced me to do it, she had narrated her past life to me with her first love, which was the man she married before my grandfather. How he was calm and how he didn't sleep with her or attempt to do that despite allowing him to touch her body the way he liked. I agreed with the point she made though, not all men are the same. But if she would ever give me the chance to choose whether to continue with the whole thing or not, I would definitely choose not to continue. I didn't want the whole new look.
While staring at my reflection, she told me I looked good... and continued to complement my new look until a servant came and told us young master had arrived. Hence, she held me tight and told me to come with her to the dining room. I didn't say anything, I only heaved a sigh and wore a fainted smile on my face. Hence, we headed and just as we were heading towards the dining room I oversaw Frank talking to the head of the security guards, perhaps he was gisting him about what Jessica did earlier.
The pictures she took... and he must have caught her on the CCTV camera taking pictures in Frank's sitting room. But was there any camera in Frank's apartment? I mean, wouldn't that be a violation of privacy? Sure, having cameras in the house is a good thing but the fact that the whole house was surrounded by securities and there were many rooms, apartments, and sections in the house, I didn't think it was necessary for the Walters Family to have cameras in their individual apartments or rooms.
Except places like the dining room, theatre, workout room, garden, underground car park, and so on. That even reminded me about the underground car park he once took me to. The one with the vintage cars stores inside. It was really amazing, and to be honest I would like to see myself there again. But that would mean asking Frank to take me there himself due to the security of the entrance. The place isn't for anybody, or at least not the servants or even the security guards...
With, perhaps, the exception of the head of the security guards who was tasked with taking good care of the mansion and protecting the lives of the people in it from any kinds of dangers or security breach. Mam Camila and I kept walking while I kept glancing at Frank from a distance. He didn't seemed to see me but somehow, he turned and how eyes met. He must have been sensing my gaze or wondering if he was being scoped by someone. As our eyes met, he didn't take his gaze off me.
He kept staring at me to the point the head of the guard he was talking with turned to see what carried his attention away from him. The guard looked at me and then smiled before turning to Frank. And that was it, I couldn't tell what happened after as Mam Camila and I arrived at the entrance of the dining room. She asked what happened back there. At first I didn't know what she was talking about but as soon as she asked again, I realized she was talking about the eye contact I had with Frank. I didn't actually know she was paying attention to what I was doing.
Seriously I thought she wasn't even aware Frank was there because she was looking straight... forward, not sideways. And her mind didn't seem to be on what I was doing, the turning and lookings. But despite the fact it was clear she knew what happened and it was what she was asking for, I still pretended as if I didn't know what she was talking about. Not even a bit. I really thought I was smart, not knowing she was more smart than I was. She came clear to me that she knew exactly what happened, and that the reason why she asked was just to see if I would deny it.
She believed if I deny it then I was why, and if I didn't then I wasn't shy. I only smiled at her after saying that, indeed I was shy but I didn't really know what shyness had to do with not telling her the truth about having eye contact with Frank earlier. She pulled a chair for me and I sat on it. "Laura, please... wait for me while I go check on Linda. I told her to keep those jeweleries for me until young master returns" she said. Thus, I nodded my head positive with a simple 'OKAY'.
It wasn't as if she even needed my permission to leave the dining room, she must have just thought I would be lonely if she does that; that was why she decided to tell me. However, I didn't really care much. She was my step grandmother and even though I didn't know her for long or since childhood, I respected her a lot and used to obey her the same way I would have done when I was a child. I really loved grannies, even though I never had any during my childhood.
My parents would often tell me stories, but later I realized all that had happened and why I never get to know my grannies. If I was told I would one day meet Mam Camila, I would argue because I didn't even know I had a step grandmother. My mother never told me about her, and Aunt Vicky too didn't care to do that. Not even to her own child, Jessica. We were both ignorant about the truth. Until now, none of us had even know their grannies. Even Jessica'e paternal grandparents, she had no idea where they were and if they were even alive.
I could remember the first day I met Mam Camila, I used to be told kindness always pays but I never knew until I later discovered she was my step grandmother. Actually, I was so kind to her and didn't in anyway treat her like a peasant. If I had done all that to her or subjected her to pain or something, then the case would have been different now. Perhaps she wouldn't have recognized me as her step granddaughter. Although, to be honest she wasn't the kind of person that hold grudges. In fact, I don't even know if she had ever had an enemy... because everyone seemed to be her friend.
Some seconds after she left, Frank came staring at mr like he had never seen me before. Suddenly, I became shy and gently lowered my gaze. Mam Camila was really right, I was the shy type. She definitely knew I would be shy even though the way she find that out seemed bizarre to me. I kept my head down until Frank arrived at the dining table, then I gently looked up and saw him staring at me in total bewilderment. I could see how surprised he was on his face, he really looked surprised.
He had never seen me with such a heavy make up. And my gown somewhat had by my body revealed, especially my cleavage and my arms. The sleeves weren't short but they were revealing, I mean... transparent. I lowered my gave imagining what might be running in his mind at the moment as I quickly lowered my gaze again. What if he was thinking about how to make love to me at the moment? And what if he didn't like the make-up? I wondered.
But if he didn't like the make-up, he wouldn't be standing there perplexed. Obviously, he was just confused and probably didn't know what to say the fact that he had never seen me in such a way before. After about two or three minutes of saying and doing nothing since his arrival, I gulped and summoned the courage to talk to him. I was also shy, you know, and if not because I was able to control myself I might have ended up in tears due to his intense stare.
"Welcome, Young master" I said, emulating the servants and other works in the house. I wonder if that was what they were told to be calling him, or if they were the ones that chose to be calling him that because he was the heir to their master, the man who employed them to work at the mansion. Mr. Walter.
"Young master?" he wrinkled a brow at me and sat on the opposite chair, facing me. His expression, after calling him YOUNG MASTER was clear he didn't expect me to call him that. "Why call me that? We both know that's not my name, right?" he smiled at me as he took a spoon and a knife from a white handkerchief about to start eating his dinner. There were a lot of dishes, he just had to pick or fetch from the bowls or plates he desire.
"The servants used to call her that" I said and also took a spoon and a knife. I was more interested in the fried catfish in my vincity which was breaded with a mixture of flour, cornbread and spices.
"The servants, you said... but are you a servant here?" he asked as he gently began eating the fish tacos in his vincity. "You aren't a servant Laura, hence I don't expect you to call me young master" he added concentrating on his food.
"What then should I call you" I said, trying to pull his leg.
"What you used to call me before, anything nice or sweet" he said, making me to smile.
