Love In Full Bloom

Chapter Six

MIGUEL'S POV

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I heard the knock again, and said 'come in' in a cool tone, soon, I heard the door click open. I turned to see the maid walking in with her head down, closing the door behind her before standing silently, waiting for me to speak.

I'm not comfortable with one of my dad's rules, which requires the maid to treat us like royalty.

I don't see why it's a problem for a maid to look me in the face or speak up without being asked to.

Since my dad insisted on this rule, I've been tolerating it, while I still live in his mansion.

"What is it?" I asked her in a calm tone this time.

"Please dinner is ready and madam Victoria said I should ask, if you want to eat in your room or at the dining hall." she informed, her voice shaking a little, she seems to be nervous.

I think the madam Victoria is the head maid since I don't even know their names and roles in this house, though I was born and raised here.

I'm used to simply calling them maid.

"what's your name" I blurted out, before I could think.

Her head shot up with a shocked expression on her face before she quickly lowered her head with her shaking form. Did I asked a forbidden question because I'm surprised and shocked myself.

"I'm so sorry Sir, pls forgive me and don't fire me, it won't happen again" she apologize and already on her knees.

"It's okay, just get out, I'll have my dinner at the dining hall." I told her coldly with expression of indifference on my face.

"Thank you Sir, I'm really sorry" she said and quickly rushed out of the room like her ass is on fire.

'Really, am I that scary.' I thought.

I really wanted to ask her why she is saying sorry but I don't want to freak her out again.

I got up from the bed and made my way downstairs to the the dining hall as I'm hungry, since I didn't eat anything heavy for lunch, just a pack of snacks and a carton of apple juice.

When I got to the dinner table, I was met with the aroma of the exquisite cuisine of palava sauce with yam, one of my favorite Ghanaian dishes. My mom has been the one telling them what to cook for me over the past two years, and I didn't mind because I've been busy with school and work.

I dished into my food after the maid served me and looked around the dining hall with a sense of longing, missing my family.

The dining hall exuded opulence, with high ceilings, crystal chandeliers, and walls adorned with intricate artwork. The long, polished mahogany table was set with fine china, sparkling crystal glasses, and silverware that gleamed in the soft, warm light. Plush velvet chairs and elegant drapes added to the sophisticated ambiance, while the aroma of the exquisite cuisine wafted through the air.

Infact, the whole mansion's design reflects my dad's impeccable taste, featuring lavish interiors, a private movie theater, expansive grounds with a luxurious pool complete with a waterfall and private cabana, and a helipad for effortless arrivals and departures.

And even after all this, I'm still the only one staying in this large, empty house, surrounded by servants who seem reluctant to engage in conversation and become visibly uncomfortable if I try to talk to them. I really wish my parents would move back here; if not, then I'm also out of here after graduating.

I won't move to California like they all have; I'll just get an apartment near my business since the house I'm having built isn't ready yet.

After finishing dinner, I headed to my room to catch up on some work I had missed earlier. As I closed the bedroom door, I heard my phone ringing. I walked over to the nightstand beside my bed and saw that my assistant and friend was calling. I picked up, knowing it must be important since he rarely calls during my work hours from 6pm to 9pm unless it's urgent.