5 days later....
As the sun cast a warm glow over the cemetery, we gathered around Mum's casket, dressed in black clothing. With hands clasped together in white gloves, a small gathering of servants and distant relatives stood by, paying their last respects. The wooden casket was adorned with a beautiful bouquet of roses and carnations
A gentle breeze swept through the air, lightly tousling Alice's hair as she stood opposite me, her figure draped in a long-sleeved black gown. Despite her head still bandaged, she insisted on attending the funeral.
Today was the day of Mum's funeral, and also the day Nathalie would be sold. Four days ago, as soon as I imputed her picture and info online, several men had contacted me. After careful consideration, I had settled on selling Nathalie to a fifty-year-old man named Charlie, who resided in a remote countryside location, making it far more challenging for Nathalie to escape.
Glancing over to the vacant space where Henry should be standing, dressed in a black suit, I was reminded of his absence. I knew he couldn't be here today; he had the responsibility of escorting Nathalie to Charlie.
I gave half an hour of a funeral speech before I sat down under a tree, sipping water. I stared at my reflection in the plastic cup for a while. It was only when Alice quietly settled beside me that I snapped out of my daze.
"Sir, are you truly sending Miss Nathalie away?" Alice's voice carried a gentle tone.
"Yes. She did something unacceptable."
"Please... Sir... It's understandable for her to push me down the stairs, as I am just a lowly maid..." Alice's voice quivered, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. "It was all my fault... I shouldn't have appeared before her when she was upset. I shouldn't have tried to inquire about her troubles and offer comfort." Tears rolled down her cheeks.
I had never paid much attention to Alice before. In my eyes, she was one of my quiet, obedient servants. But after this incident, I noticed how kind she was. How patient and selfless she was.
I placed a hand on her's. "This isn't your fault, Alice. She hurt you once, she'll do it again."
Alice's shoulders trembled as she raised her diamond-blue eyes to meet mine, tears threatening to spill over. In that moment, an image flashed in my mind - Angelica, sitting beside me on a bench beneath a weeping willow tree, gazing at me with those same sorrowful eyes, wearing the same expression. Before she betrayed me.
"Sir... Does this mean you would choose me over Nathalie?"
Alice's unexpected question caught me off guard.
What did she suddenly ask this? "I would never choose that wicked, scheming woman." She'll exactly like Angelica; pretending to be innocent, but under that skin is a nasty, vicious face.
Alice smiled and wiped her tears, gently grasping my hand. "Let's head back, Chase."
For the first time, she didn't call me "Sir Chase".
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Misunderstanding
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