Running my fingers under the warm water falling down from the small shower, my mind begins to wander. Why was Harry doing these things to me? Why is he claiming me as his? He's 19, has a nice body, has nice hair, and can be a nice guy, so why has he chosen me? A small 15, almost 16, year old servant girl. I look into the large mirror against the back of the door, I mean I guess my hair is nice and you know I have nice eyes, I think to myself as I begin to remove my clothes. My bodies nice too I guess it's nothing special I say observing my petite body. Glancing at the small mark left by Harry under my navel touching it softly creating a wince to escape my mouth, removing my hand at once. Turning my head to the side I can get a glimpse of the mark he has left on my neck, it is an ugly mix of purple and black now. Sighing I go to take a look at the last mark he had left on my body turning around to face the shower I bring my hair to one side of my neck and turn my head angling it so I could get a good look at the last ugly mark. Thankfully this on was on my back so it would be covered by clothing along with the one on my abdomen unlike my neck sadly. Giving up on looking at the haunting memories marks I finish stripping out of my clothing and jump into the warm shower enjoying the feeling of the drop lets hitting my skin as if they were trying to massage my achy muscles, which in fact they were. Grabbing my favorite body wash and squirting a large amount into the pink loofah I beginning to scrub away all my thoughts away as well as the small amounts of grime that my skin has collected today, working carefully around the sore spots on my skin from Harry I quickly finish cleaning my body feeling slightly more refreshed, then grabbing my strawberry shampoo I begin to work on my long brown hair gently rubbing the suds into my scalp, washing it out after feeling satisfied I grab the finishing product my hair needs, my matching strawberry, conditioner beginning the process all over again. As the rushing water finishes washing the suds out of my hair I grab my razor and get to work shaving my legs knowing I would need to wear a dress tonight for Mrs.'s party, working on my legs for a good 5 minutes I check my underarms to make sure they are fine and turn the water of stepping out of the cramped shower squeezing the rest of the water out of my hair, grabbing a towel from the towel rack and wrapping it around my goose bump covered body I take my hairbrush an begin brushing through the wet mess getting through it quit quickly. Pulling out my wet and wild hair straightener, plugging it in an allowing it to heat up I take a small section of hair near my face placing the straightener around the strands I pull the hot iron down seeing the hair dry from the other side, I continue this all over my head. As I finally finish I fish out my make-up bag pulling out some products choosing which the style I wanted for tonight. I settle with a Black smokey eye with nudish-pink lips and long lashes, taking my time with the make-up, luckily I finish in 20 minutes which gives me 3 minutes to get into the party which started 10 minutes ago.
"Great" I say to myself as I rush to throw on the small black cocktail dress, which just covers my butt and has a low cut back that Mrs. bought me especially for occasions like this. Searching through my closet to find my large black pep-toe black pumps I place them on my feet as I rush out the door of the pool house walking on the stones that led me into the large house. Entering the kitchen I see all different cooks bustling through the large kitchen to get their dishes ready.
"Merlea!" Sara shouts excitedly at me as she rushes over putting down the tray she was carrying "You look so pretty" She comments smiling up at me
"Me?" I question "Look at you!" I say pretending to gawk at her in her cute white peplum top with a pair of black leggings and black ballet flat, simple but it compliments her greatly. She blushes slightly at the comment.
"Merlea there you are!" I hear Mrs. say as she enters the kitchen "Oh my you look so good" Mrs. comments toward me as she moves her pointer finger in a circular motion wanting me to spin around to show her my whole body. Luckily i was able to cover up the mark Harry left on my neck with make-up and whatever the make-up couldn't cover I can cover with my hair. "I'm so glad the dress fits you right especially on all the right places" She smiles "But now its time to get to work I need you both to serve my guest, Sara you'll serve the food to everyone since you are too young to handle drinks and Merela you'll handle the drinks. Now I need you to do whatever my guest say alright? If they ask you for something you get it, tonight they are also your bosses" Mrs. explains to us "Understood"
