CHAPTE THREE
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It has been a week since Isabella started working at the mansion and it has not been fun at all. For every little thing, Alessandro called for Isabella.
“Isabella, my tea”
“Did you forget to clean the tables?”
“Isabella Lorenzo, I do not like my tea with sugar”
“Isabella, change my sheets”.
Isabella was on the verge of running away. She always hissed privately when her Master called her. She felt calling him “master” fueled his ego more. She rolled her eyes at him every second she remembers what she was passing through. She also wished she had another person to talk to anytime her master was not at home. The mansion was too big for only her not too even talk of her room alone.
Her room was half the size of her master’s room but it was larger than her church’s Hall. Her bed could contain five people without stress. She even had night lamps, chandeliers, a wide bathroom and a walk in closet. Only that all her clothes fit a section of the closet. She enjoyed taking long baths every night after work because it was calming and the beauty of the bathroom called her every night.
Isabella starts work at 6:30 am and ends at 8:30 pm. She doesn't do much work apart from cleaning her master’s room, dusting the tables and TVs, cleaning her room and preparing side dishes since her master eats out most times. She also bakes cakes during her free time which she, the gardener and the gate person share most times. She keeps for her master too and he seems to be enjoying it.
Alessandro started his new project at Aventine and he has always been busy. With the festival coming up, he needed to renovate the hotel and give it a classy taste. Indigenes and foreigners would be coming around for the festival.
He had recently acquired an aging, historic hotel that had lost its former glory. With a gleam in his eye, he gathered his team of architects, designers, and craftsmen to embark on an ambitious renovation project.
Alessandro’s plan was to transform the old hotel into a luxurious, modern oasis while preserving its timeless charm. He envisioned opulent suites with breathtaking views, state-of-the-art amenities, and a world-class spa. His passion for art would be reflected in every corner, with carefully curated paintings and sculptures. He was sure this new project would be a success.
He looked outside the beautiful city through his window while seeping his hot coffee. His mind went to his blonde maid who has been serving him for some weeks now. He smiled as he thought of all the errands he had been sending her.
"Miss Lorenzo, I have an important task for you today," Alessandro said. "I need you to schedule a private jet for my business trip to Dubai tomorrow. Make sure everything is prepared, including my preferred in-flight coffee."
Isa nodded as she made a mental note to do so after taking out his breakfast plates.. "Of course, Master. Anything else?"
Alessandro continued, "I've received a rare art piece I purchased at an auction. I want it displayed in the west wing beside my study. Please oversee its installation."
“Ok Master, I’ll certainly do that”.
“She’s so hardworking” Alessandro thought to himself as he chuckled lightly.
He remembered the time when she served him a vanilla cupcake with coffee. It was the best cupcake he had eaten in his entire life. It was very rich and had a nice texture and taste.
“Sir Alessandro, your limousine is waiting outside, please” His bodyguard who had been standing outside of his door called out.
“Ok, I’ll be ready” Alessandro called out.
He picked up few of his files that he needed to sign and headed out. His body guard collected what he was holding and pressed the elevator button for his boss to step in.
Alessandro arrived home and entered with his body guard. The body guard made his way to his master’s study to drop the files. Alessandro smelt something delicious and it was coming from the kitchen. He saw Isabella skillfully mixing ingredients and humming a song. He silently took his seat in his enormous kitchen.
“It won’t hurt to watch”. He thought to himself.
He watched in awe as she prepared the snack. She moved with grace and it was mesmerizing. He took notice of her blonde curly hair which she had placed in a bun and her beautiful voice as she had begun singing.
Alessandro, a man of few words, observed Isa’s every movement, her culinary artistry captivating him. The rhythmic sound of her whisking, the tender touch with which she rolled out the dough, and the precision with whisking revealed a profound passion for her craft.
As the tantalizing aroma of the pie filled the room, Alessandro was more than impressed with her. Her dedication and unwavering commitment to her work mirrored his own approach to business. In Isa, he saw not just a maid but an individual of remarkable talent and dedication.
All this time, Isa was busy in her own world, humming her favorite song while working. This was her idea of fun, especially when her master was absent.When the pie was finally placed in the oven, Sarah turned ,her eyes meeting his in a moment of unspoken connection, she was in shock.
“ Master, I didn’t know you were around, welcome, what can I do for you?”
“Uhmmm, I arrived not long ago, I have been calling for you”. Alessandro lied.
“I didn’t hear you Master, I’m so sorry”
“Ok, I’m going up to my room, bring me my food”
“ Yes master”
“ What’s going on with me?” Alessandro thought to himself as he climbed the stairs. He was becoming softer and he was not liking it. “ maybe it’s the drugs”. He made a mental note to ask his doctor when next he had appointment.
Alessandro freshened up already but he hasn’t heard from Isa about his meal. Was she doing this intentionally? He was very hungry now. As if Isa heard his thought, she knocked on his door.
“Come in”
“Thank you , master”
“ don’t thank me for the littlest things, why did you waste my time”
“ I’m very sorry Master, I had to share the pie to others around the house”
“ So you kept me hungry to feed other people?”
“ No master, I’m very sorry, I’ll make another just for you”
“ Drop my food over there”
Isa dropped it and left after bowing slightly.
He took the pie and bit into eat. It was undeniably nice. Wait, he started feeling awkward after swallowing. “ Hope there’s no peach in this” . He thought. His throat had began itching him and his breathing was hitched. That answered his questions.
He called out Isa’s name but she was not coming. He dragged himself to the door . As he reached the door , he fell. He called out Isa’s name again. It seems she was in the kitchen. He had to do something.
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