You?? What are you doing here?... I mean, Greta, who is the new girl?" she ask Greta but her gaze was fixed on me me. I felt strange because she looked equally shocked as me.
" Amelia, you come on the right time. This is Aisling, she is the new maid."
" Nice to meet you, Aisling I am Amelia. And Greta Christina is calling you."
" Oh, it's just fly out of my mind. I am getting old and weak day by day. Amelia would you like to take Aisling to her room and give her some clean clothes. She looks like she is coming out of the dumpster."
I looked down at myself and find that I was looking like a homeless, clothes all raged up and torn down.My hairs looks a mess. I look a mess.
" I would love to help you, Greta and don't worry about her. I'll show her around."
" Be careful with her. It's an strict order."
She told Amelia and came up to me and shoved her arm around me to give me a nudge to move forward and Greta made her way in the opposite direction where we came from.
" Who are you? And how do you know me?"
" Not here, Aisling." she told me to just stay silent and we made our way to through the hallway. She was leading the way. I make my way up to the doorway while tightly grasping the rail. I approach the wooden door and slowly turn the golden knob. Suddenly i am now inside a room with cool air and a fresh scent of cleanliness blowing through my nose. On my way to the crystal sliding glass door, i take notice of how the room is so neat and clean.
The fresh aroma of simmering potpourri and the fragrance of recent blown out candles spills out in every direction. The freshly sky blue painted walls are encompassed with pictures.
With another step, i notice how all the furniture is aligned perfectly with the symmetry of the room like a life size geometry proof. The furniture is identical in color, each piece a fluorescent pink. The vanity and nightstand are clear of clutter with not even a thin film of dust in the smallest crevice. The fibers of recently vacuumed carpet stand at attention displaying how clean they are. The bright pink dresser glistens as the sunlight shines through the crystal clear window reflecting off its soft glossy finish. It got a taste of elegance streaming throughout the room. From the passage of the bedroom, which is filled with 18th century prints of decoration, to the soft cornice of the ceiling that is engraved with a light leaf shape and accompanied by a rose. In the middle of the room sits the astounding four-post bed, which is finely detailed with soft shapes and flowers. The whole room is decorated cream and gold.
Amelia closed the door behind me and I was too busy in looking around the room.
" Who are you? And how do you know me?"
" You are Albert Maverick daughter right?" she ask me.
" Yeah, but how do you know it?"
" Aisling, did you forgot about me. We were in the same class in school." she said and I tried to run my brain cells as fast as I could to remember her. Finally, I remembered her she was in same class as me Amelia Dawn a highly skilled omega. She wasn't so talkative back then and always kept her mind in studies. She was a brilliant student .
" Amelia Dawn, Oh My God! how can I forget about you."
I threw my arm around her and pulled her in to hug because I felt the sense of home from her. And security from her. I began to cry, not hysterically or screaming as people cry when concealed rage with tears, but with continuous sobs who has just discovered that I am not alone.
" Stop crying, Aisling. " she confronted me and gives me a reassurance that everything will be alright.
" I thought, I will never see you again after you ran away with Azelaic. And where is Azelaic and how you got here?"
I wiped my tears off and became silent for a moment and she probably don't know anything about it. What happened to me? She doesn't know the pain, sarrow and suffering i bear from all these mouth from my own people. My eyes were wet, like a receipt machine that prints paper pain. My wounds soaked into shirt. My mouth leaked like a broken faucet. The left side of my face bruised as if someone had laid mu head flat and dropped truck tires on them. My ribs felt like a bad science project made of toothpicks.