𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦

𝕋ℍℝ𝔼𝔼

Marianna

The sun blazed through my white transparent silk curtains. I got up from my queen-sized bed and went to open up the curtains revealing a magnificent view of the river. I became to like this place more and more each day. The views we get here are so beautiful, I couldn't get over it.

I walked across my spacious room towards the intercom placed on the wall next to my door. I pressed the small button and spoke.

"Patricia, could you please come up to my room," I said. Patricia was the one who did my makeup in the morning. She's so talented with cosmetics that I kept pestering her about opening her own makeup salon. Instead, she wastes her time here.

"On my way right now." I heard through the intercom. The house we bought came with an intercom system. I find it quite useful because sometimes it's hard to hear each other in this gigantic building. My parents always go overboard with house sizes. I personally find it's way too much space for a family of only three.

The door slowly opened revealing Patricia. She was a woman in her fifties and was English. She's a maid for our family and practically lives with us so we offered for her and her family to stay permanently with us and they happily accepted. Now they live in the basement of our house. Our basement is quite beautiful too like the rest of the house so they didn't complain. They even have their own pool. She has a husband and a seven-year-old son named Colson with whom I've created a bonding. I consider him as my little brother.

We installed ourselves in my bathroom. She quickly washed my face and began doing my makeup.

"So how's school going?" She asked.

"It's fine," I replied shortly.

"Just fine?"

"Well, I don't know. I don't really have friends yet and when I walk in the halls, people just stare at me. I've been trying to make friends with this girl called Grace but she hasn't been giving me a great vibe whenever I'm around her. It's as if she has something against me which I would find completely absurd since I'm new to this school."

"Sounds like you've picked quite an interest in her."

"No, it's nothing like that. I just want to figure what her deal is." I've been watching her lately and she seems like a lonely person. She doesn't seem to have any friends. Why was that?

"You can't just expect everyone to like you at first glance honey. Some may but some may just be jealous of how fabulous you look."

"I don't think it's about jealousy Tricia."

"You just have to give it time. Maybe try to talk to her more and see if she loosens up a little bit. However, if it doesn't work out at some point you might just have to let it go." She made the finishing touches to my makeup and brought a mirror to my face for me to admire it.

"It's absolutely fabulous Tricia, thanks." She gave me a small kiss on the forehead and left my room. Sometimes Patricia acts more of a mother to me than my own mother. What a shame.

I quickly got dressed in the school uniform. I liked the clothes but they still needed little arrangements. For example, I shortened the skirt and tightened the polo but other than that it was nice. The colors complimented my skin just perfectly.

When I was done, I headed downstairs to eat breakfast. There I saw my mom sitting at the table eating her pancakes and fruits while scrolling through her emails on her tablet.

"Good morning mom," I said while kissing her cheek.

"Attend une seconde, viens ici," "Wait for a second, come here," she said pulling me back by my arm. She lightly grabbed my jaw with her hand and started turning my head side to side inspecting Patricia's artwork on my face.