I Won't Fall For You | ✔️

▪︎\\Chapter Twenty Nine

I was halfway down the stairs when her eyes met mine.

She smiled very brightly before resting her cup on the table.

I walked up to where she was and she got up and held her hands out. Up close, she seemed as if she was in her late forties with a few strands of grey hair invading her black ones. She had a nice complexion to that of caramel and her eyes were a dull brown color.

"Hello, who are you? Are you Mr. Lenetti's  wife to be?" she asked grabbing my hands and looking at me which so much hope.

"No, of course not. I'm Vanessa. I'm his personal assistant," I replied and her face fell but only slightly. She still had a look of hope in her eyes but why?

"Oh. I'm Margaret but you can call me Iris. I am the maid here. If there's anything you need you can ask me," she said before sitting back down.

I sat beside her enjoying the comfyness of the couch. Everything in this house was comfy, even the solid tiled floor.

"I never thought that there was anyone here," I said but she only laughed before taking up her cup. She took a sip before giving me her attention.

"You see, I'd been working here for a few years, but back then, things weren't easy for me. After about a year of working as a janitor, I finally quit and went searching for a better job. I saw an ad for a maid position and decided to apply. At first, it was challenging being Black, but then I was hired by Mr. Lenetti. I did everything right, making sure the house was well kept. After about three weeks of working, I got kicked out of my apartment by my racist landlord. I didn't have the cash to rent another place at the time, so I asked for a place to stay here."

Wow! she had such a struggle. There was always a story behind everyone no matter how dark and deep it is. You can judge someone on the way they behave but have you ever thought about asking them why they were like that?

It's a hard world and some people grew up tough enough to defend themselves while some can't handle what life throws at them.

"My room is on the lower floor. If you want to talk a bit you can always check for me. Is there anything you'd like to know?" she then added with a small smile.

"Yes. Do you stay here all the time?" I asked and.she nodded slowly.

"Yes I do. I keep the place decent until Mr. Lenetti comes to stay for business meetings. He was always a busy man but I think he would make a wonderful husband to his future wife."

I looked at her wondering if there was something she was withholding from me. He was the most arrogant person I've ever met and I'm sure his future wife wouldn't be too happy about getting shouted at or being overpowered.

"Okay... but why did you think I was his future wife when you just saw me?".I asked the one question I was seriously confused about.

"Because you're the first woman he brought here. Even if you're just his personal assistant, this is quite intriguing for me. There must be something about you, maybe it's how efficiently you work. I'm not entirely sure but he's never brought anyone here before," she answered leaving me with a confused mind.

This made no sense at all. He had a lot of personal assistants before me so why didn't he bring them here?

Not even Tiffany had the privilege of staying here. Something was seriously going on but I came to paris to get a wonderful experience, not to investigate.