Maid for Him

MFH Chapter 10: Let's raid it on!

“Yup Mrs. White, that’s me.” I laughed a little to hide the nervousness that I felt. Seeing Mrs. White’s expression, it seemed like she never seemed to care if someone is already observing her from what she’s doing.

“Come in, dear.” She softly said. Wait, was she expecting me to take a peek of her? No way!

I slowly stepped in, almost covering myself from too much shame. Mrs. White noticed my actions and she suddenly chuckled aloud.

“What are you doing?”

“N-Nothing, Mrs. White. By the way, I am so--”

“Please, do not be sorry. I am expecting you’d be seeing me in this state sooner or later. I am never wrong about my assumptions.” She smiled once more. Wow, she’s a changed woman. No doubt.

I hovered my gaze all around the room. My goodness! I can see the face of my secret crush again, it’s as if the portrait is alive that he’s smiling back at me too, I can’t help but flash a smile as I look at him.

“Isn’t he adorable?” Mrs. White’s voice disrupted my daydreaming.

“Y-Yes, Mrs. White. I knew Lauren Keith. He’s one of my favorite actors. Too bad he’s gone too soon.” I said it, still looking at the picture so intently. I can hear a small sob beside me. I hurriedly inched near Mrs. White to console her. I patted her on one of her shoulders. She was able to hold my hand and grip it tightly while trying to smile.

“Oh, no! I am so sorry again, Mrs. White.”

“I’m okay, dear. I just can’t help but be emotional.”

“Mrs. White? How are you related to Lauren Keith, if you don’t mind me asking?” I asked as my two eyebrows met. She looked up to my face as I stand beside her. She looked into my eyes as if she was about to cry again.

“He’s...really dear to me.” She said as she wipes her tears with a handkerchief on hand. I am itching to know the truth and more but I just kept silent. I know she will tell me more soon. 

All I can do right now is to comfort her with reassuring words that I know she wants from me. “About the job...Please give me some time, dear. As of the moment, I just want you to enjoy your stay here at my house. You’re welcome here with your mom and your chicken if that worries you a lot.” She said as she changes the topic.

My goodness. I hope the job will not be me, being the mediator of Mrs. White and Lauren Keith's departed soul. I am not a magistrate, for goodness' sake!

“I don’t want you to think too much about it. I think we don’t have problems with you staying here for the meantime, right?” Mrs. White seemed to want me to answer this question right away. I swallowed hard. Yes, it’s kinda weird. If I am another girl, I will enjoy the lavish and the attention that Mrs. White is giving me. However, I am just a simple girl who is very much contented of her happy life.

I sighed as we went outside the room together. I also went shopping with Mrs. White because she told me she wanted to smell another kind of air, not only the ones from the grand mansion. Wow! I wonder what kind of air was that? Does she mean the artificial air from the centralized air conditioner of the mall?

"Criselda, what kind of dress would you want?" Now she's walking closer to where I am standing, holding a simple floral dress. We are inside a boutique that seemed to not rip off those people who can't afford their clothes by bragging the fancy price tags on it.

I love the color combination of that kind of dress. I know I don't always wear one but I guess if Mrs. White will insist on this one then I will love wearing it.

"Wow, I love this one, Mrs. White."

"Are you sure about this, dear?" She smiled while observing my reaction. If I will approve it right at this moment or not.

"Oh, please wait a minute." I awkwardly smiled back at Mrs. White as I took hold of the dress. I need to know the price of this one.

A whopping $599-dollar dress!

My heart is screaming no this instant! I looked at Mrs. White in panic. I exchange my glance at her reaction and the dress that's on my hand right now. I humbly shook my head as I smiled. She suddenly raised one of her eyebrows to my sudden decision.

"I thought you liked it already? I am about to pay it, my dear."

"No, no, no, Mrs. White." I shook my head as I firmly said those words. She can't help but let out a chuckle out of frustration.

"Well, alright then. I will still buy it. Whether you like it or not." She said at last.

"You need to wear this dress for dinner."

"Where are we going to eat, Mrs. White? What's the occasion? May I know?" I can't help but ask all of these at the same time.

"You will find out later, dear." She said as she winks at me as she walked past me going to the counter to pay for the dress that she grabbed out of my hands. I heaved a sigh. There's nothing I can do if she will decide for me. I become conscious of myself all of a sudden. 

I slowly followed her but I halted to a stop in one of the full-body mirrors. I guess it is intended for the customers to have a glance at themselves if they will pick a dress and put it in front of them to check if it suits them without going to the fitting room.

I looked horrible. I frowned as I bit my lower lip. I looked like a snatcher on the streets because of my oversized T-shirt and ragged jeans. I also moved the tiny toes of my feet from inside of my sneakers. I can feel the coldness of the air conditioner seeping through the tiny, little holes of my old sneakers that I'm sewing using a multi-colored thread.

To others, it may be a new trend because of its being "vintage-looking", but for me, it's just really old. I can't remember exactly when I bought something for myself because my salary is just enough for mom and me.

I wonder what is Mrs. White into right now. Hours went by really fast. It was nearly past five in the afternoon and I am now wearing the dress that Mrs. White bought for me. It was a floral dress that’s above the knee. The fabric is so soft as it hugged my curves. 

No wonder, it’s a bit pricey because of its quality. It is a sleeveless dress that emphasizes the chest part. I look at my chest and it is well-rounded. I have a 36B cup size and because I love walking, I have maintained a twenty-five waistline. 

I forgot the last time I wore a dress. I can't believe it myself that I can be this sexy. I just avoid being overly dressed up because I don’t want that others will take advantage of me because I have these qualities.

I hate being conscious in public. That’s why I wear clothes that are comfortable and I love it. I am about to go out of my room when two women are pretty going in and pulled me in again. Is this an unplanned hold-up or raid to my room?

“W-Who are you, p-people?” I said, stammering with nervousness. They seemed to be gorgeous robots who are looking so serious. They carry two large suitcases with them. They make me sit down to my queen-sized chair facing the large table mirror that has lightbulbs glowing beside it. They never answered me. Instead, they turned on the lightbulbs and I suddenly covered my face because it is hurting my eyes.

“Behave.” One of the women said.

“Who are you?” I asked again, in my most polite manner but they seemed to be programmed for a really weird mission of whatever it is.

They never answered me. Instead, they make me sit down on the chair and they almost wanted to glue my butt on it so that I will never move a muscle. They almost sync in opening the suitcases that they bring with them. I gasped as soon as I saw the contents of the suitcases.

Cosmetics and make-up paraphernalia that's too many I have never seen most of them my entire life!