Mr.Cater's Maid

Grand Gestures and Empty Promises

Guilt-free sex was so much better than the sneaky one we were having before. Scratch that. I wouldn't mind sneaking around with him, but being with him this past week was bliss. We were able to spend the whole week together. With the gala almost ready and Adam deliberately working odd hours so he could spend our last week in Boston exploring, we had a lot of time just being together. In love, making love.

Today, however, was different. It was the day of the gala, and I was already at the State Playroom, A large ballroom at the top of a hotel building with a 360 view of the Boston skyline. So while the crew and I set up the tables and food and rearranged the seating chart as more people had RSVP-ed than expected, the ballroom got bright and hot from the morning sun.

"Diya, have you talked to the caterers at all today?" Natasha approached me as I sat in the corner, away from the sun, and worked on the seating chart. "I got an email at one last night saying they won't be able to do the shrimp cocktails!" She asked.

"I talked to Billy. He said he'll help us out this one time. We should be good. He said he can personally be held accountable if they don't come!"

"Okay, good. If they don't come, I will serve him up as an appetizer!" Natasha threatened.

"Yuck, but I'll let him know!"

We had several crew members putting up a stage for some performances and other waitstaff rolling in tables and setting up the general ambiance of the room. With all of us bustling around to get everything ready for tonight, the ballroom must have looked like many worker ants collecting food for their colonies.

"Hey, kiddo." Someone whispered into my ears as I moved Mr.Ramon from table 9 to 6 because, according to him, nine was filled with old biddies, and 72-year-old Mr.Ramon, who had donated 2 million dollars, wanted young girls with perky breasts around him. And with a donation of 2 million dollars, his wish was our command.

"Hi! Come to check out how your event is coming along?" I asked Adam once I finally looked up and noticed him. I quickly looked around to make sure Natasha and Anna weren't around and gave Adam a quick peck on the lips.

"Well, actually, I came by to drop this off."

Adam handed me a white box with a red ribbon and a bow tied on top.

"What's this?" I asked, delighted.

"Open it! Wear it tonight."

I tore away the ribbons to get to my gift. Inside I found a silk peach dress that shone when the sun hit it. I placed the box on the table I was working on and used my free hands to hug Adam. "Thank you! I didn't know I actually had to get dressed for tonight."

"I figured. Tash and Tosh actually have a table in the back for the gala since they donated on behalf of the company. So I'll see you in that dress tonight then?" He asked.

"Okay!"

"Also, one more thing...." Adam looked down at the seating chart I was working on. "Put yourself right there. Right where I can see you all night." He took the sharpie and wrote Diya at the back most table on my chart. My name now faced his. However, there were a few tables in between us. "I'll see you tonight!" He finally said, giving me a few quick kisses on my cheeks.

I tried to put Adam out of my mind as I worked, but a smile kept creeping up on my face. I smiled as I helped place the china on the table. I smiled as I cut myself while cutting ribbons to tie to some balloons. I just smiled, and I thought nothing would make it disappear. That was until Todd entered the Hall.

"Virgie!" He exclaimed.

"Hi Todd, What do you want?" I said as I was back to making changes to the seating chart, making sure my name didn't move from the spot Adam had written it.