Chapter 3: Chapter 3 - Breakfast drama
The buzzing of my alarm jolts me out of unconsciousness I roll over in my bed and slam a hand down on the alarm ending the noise immediately. I lay in silence looking at the chandelier attached to my ceiling.
Sun rays are filtering in through my light curtains giving my room a beautiful morning glow. It almost makes me feel happy that I get to live another day. My mind feels somewhat sluggish and I feel reluctant to get out of bed. I already know that today isn't going to be good at all.
When my bare feet touch the cold tile I want to turn over lay down and succumb to sleep but I force myself to stand up reminding myself the amount of work waiting for me in the office.
An hour later I was downstairs ready to leave. The maids and helps bustled around the mansion cleaning and organizing things.
They greeted but I wasn't in the mood to answer.
I know for a fact that Amelia and Drake won't be up anytime soon. They have this habit of doing everything at the last minute. My parents were in no doubt already in the dining room having their breakfast.
Dropping my office bag and purse on the couch I walk the short distance to the dining room.
Mrs. Clara the head maid walks out of the dining room. Her aged face breaks into a smile as she sights me.
"Oh Linda Lin" she exclaims wrapping her arms around me. I laugh moving along to the way she sways us.
One of the few people who can break through my resolve.
She pulls back and she pinches my cheeks like she has always done.
"Oh my dear. You haven't been eating enough" she says putting a hand on my forehead despite the fact that she saw me just two days ago.
I roll my eyes in my mind her pampering has no end. If I always complain about Drake and Mike babying me it's nothing compared to Clara.
I remember one particular occasion when I fell sick she made a knitted sweater that same day, cooked about three different bowls of soup, made sure that she was there the whole time I took all my medications. She was like a motherly hen protecting her chicks from harm's way.
"Come I made your favorite" she takes a hold of my hand and starts dragging me into the dining room. My parents laugh when they notice what's going on while I keep being dragged until we reach the adjoining kitchen.
As early as it is the counter is already littered with different foods all just for breakfast.
Mrs. Clara drags me to the counter stool to sit while she roams the kitchen fixing me a plate of breakfast.
I watched as she scoped some scrambled eggs with a slice of toasted honey bread in a plate. In another plate she put two pieces of bow croissants and a medium sized cheese bagel. She pushed the plate forward gesturing for me to eat.
One of the common symptoms of my illness is loss of appetite meaning I rarely have or feel that need to stuff my face with food.
So looking at this much food placed in front of me I know for a doubt that I won't be able to finish it.
Amelia or any other person would finish it.
Why did I have to be cursed with this damn sickness?
Mrs. Clara must have noticed me glaring at the food that she put in front of me because she sighed and gave a soft pat to my cheeks.
"Eat child" she said in her Oscar wining motherly voice.
I nodded and picked up a croissant. A cup of hot chocolate with mini marshmallows was placed by my plate a minute later.
Mrs. Clara left the kitchen a minute later excusing herself to run some errands. I was to engrossed in my slow chewing to see that someone else had entered the kitchen.
"20 times. Interesting".
I jumped out of my seat in shock pressing a hand to my running heart that was now beating hard against my chest.
"Oh my God. I'm so sorry" the owner of the voice said rushing to my side.
I would have shrugged his hand off but I allowed him to settle me back into the seat.
When I was sure my heart wasn't going to jump out of my mouth I turned to face Diego who now had a guilty look on his handsome face.
Erase that just his face.
"You scared the shit out of me"
He grimaced running a hand through his dark shiny hair.
Diego is the assistant cook. He's an Italian even though he's lived in America for nine years. He's the youngest brother of Mrs. Clara's husband.
He still looked as handsome as her eighteen year old self had first saw him.
"This is Diego. Mrs. Clara's brother-in-law." her Mum had introduced him all those years ago. She stopped on the staircase looking at the most gorgeous boy she had seen in all her eighteen years of life.
The boys in her school didn't stand a chance against him.
"Don't be rude. Say hi. He is the same age as you are" her Mom had said dragging her forward so she could properly greet this handsome stranger that had beautiful black eyes.
She remembered him stretching a hand to shake. She just stared with her mouth open gawking at his smooth skin that had a beautiful dark tan that even made him finer.
Her Mum whispered in her ear that she was drooling. Like that her brain came back to life. She ignored the boy's mocking gaze and gave him a handshake like as if she hasn't been ogling him like the last slice of pizza in a box.
Now he still had that same effect on her but not like it was some years ago. After she was diagnosed of her illness her attraction to him started to lessen little by little.
"You were busy chewing you did not notice me"
"Like I'm supposed to have eyes at the back of my head" I returned.
He laughed. "Ok. I'm sorry for scaring you".
I rolled my eyes and went back to my food trying to ignore the fact that he was still watching me.
He had grown generously over the years. He definitely had gone Italian genes running through that body of his. Strong cheekbones, straight nose and a strong jaw defined his face with eyes that were always smiling. His shoulders and forearms were literally hard muscles. He simply filled out any t-shirt he wore which mainly consisted of plain white and black.
Don't ask me why.
"You are such a weirdo" I managed to say dabbing m mouthing with a napkin. His rich laughter filled my ears and I tried to suppress a smile.
"Can't blame me though. Who wouldn't want to stare at this masterpiece seated in front of me?"
He was also a big flirt.
I decided to keep quiet hoping that he would go away but he didn't and I was forced to stuff half a croissant in his mouth.
Just as I put the croissant in his mouth someone else waltzed into the kitchen.
The smile wavered on my face then I thought fuck it he can think whatever he wants to think.
Once I stuffed the rest of the fancy bread in his mouth I turned to my food and picked up my drink to take a sip.
Mike walked into the kitchen with an annoyed look on his clean shaved face.
He stood at the other side of the counter opposite Diego and I.
For some reasons I wouldn't like to talk about now Mike and Diego didn't like each other. Let's just say they didn't really get along.
"You look cozy. Did I interrupt something?"
I rolled my eyes and shot him an annoyed look. He avoided my eyes instead and focused his narrowed eyes on Diego who noticed his hostility and was now smirking arrogantly.
All this suffocating male ego.
"Yes you did in....."
"Stop right there." I say cutting off Diego from whatever he was going to say. "I can't do this right now. If you aren't going to behave like adults one of you should get lost".
Silence ensued and they sent each other challenging looks.
"Tell this office boy to get out this is my office" said Diego who was now packing up my empty plate.
Mike closed his eyes for a second a fisted hand by the side of his thigh.
If I didn't interfere there was going to be another fist fight in this kitchen and I wasn't going to be a referee and get punched in the face again.
So I took Mike's hand and dragged him out of the kitchen.
"Bye Diego" I yelled over my shoulder.
"See you later my love" Diego yelled back.
Diego just loved to rile Mike up.
It was always so amusing seeing them at each other's throat.
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