For a whole day I drove on a boring straight motorway, until I could see the hotel. I turned into the entrance and finally collapsed my suite. I dissolved into the sofa and turned on the TV. They were showing back to back episodes of 'Scrubs.' I had always found this show completely boring but I couldn't muster up the will power to get the remote on the coffee table in front of me.
A day pasted and I hadn't left the suite. I was never hungry, so I only got up to go to the toilet or getting drinks from the minibar. The TV switched it's self off after 24 hours because it had over heated so I sat staring at the wall behind the TV for 2/3 hours.
At roughly 5pm, three days since I entered the suite, a young woman came in, claiming she was house keeping.
"So y'all having a good time here in LA?" the maid girl said with a strong Texas accent.
I continued to stare at the wall. I felt like whoever I talked to would end up hating me, so I figured why not save them the trouble and block everyone completely.
"Not much o' a talker huh?" the maid continued to change the bed sheets.
If continued to stare at the walls, maybe I could pretend I was deaf or something?
"Do you mind if I..?" she pointed to the TV. I nodded but still continued to stare. She squirted a liquid onto the huge screen and began to clean. I watched her as if she were a new TV show. Then I looked at my reflection.
My dark brown curly hair was greasy and matted. My sparkly emerald eyes were dull and sludge green. The skin around my eyes were dark and sore, and my expression was depressing.
"Sorry." I apologised. I tried to smile but the ache in my heart remained.
"Oh it's okay. Y'all live round here, or y'all on vacation?" The maid asked.
"I live far. But... I think I'm going home today." I decided. I stood up and wondered into the kitchen. Cooking really wasn't my strong point, but I was starving.
"Do you know how to cook? I'll tip you extra?!" I bribed.
"Um..." she bit her lip and looked at her plain watch. Then she looked at my tired face and caved in.
"What do you want?" She asked, searching through the limited supplies in the kitchen.
"Well what can you make?" I opened a vast cabinet containing various spices and herbs.
"I could make you... Spaghetti? Or pizza? Your call!" she smiled.
"Spaghetti sounds great! I'll just go and get changed." I smiled return. I had a quick shower to get rid of the greasy hair. I changed into a pink hooded top, and I teamed it with blue skinny's and high heel suede boots. Renée white is back! I pouted in the mirror as I applied a second coat of lip gloss.
I sat down and tucked Into the spaghetti. OMG this was the best dish ever.
"This. Is. Amazing!" I sucked in the sweet smell of tomato sauce and herbs.
"Why thank you! My ma taught me how to cook." she smiled appreciatively.
"Tell her thanks. And WOW!" I slurped up more
Spaghetti but frowned when I realised I had finished it all.
"Will do. You look hungry still, do you want me to make an apple pie or will you be late home?" she asked.
"Apple pie sounds amazing. But make enough for three portions." I said.
"Three?" she asked confused.
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RomanceSpoilt Renée gets just about anything and everything she asks for. But when she finds her maid's family in trouble she has to decide whether to stay in her rich family or abandon her family and boyfriend to help her friend...
