3. Can I go outside?

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"Any questions?" "Yes actually, can I go outside?"

Y/n's pov:

Ms Venable taught about it for a moment. "I want to evade any rumors that may appear about you and what you're doing here with me. But, I guess some farmwork won't do any harm".

"You have a farm? I love farms! Well I mean the animals, I love taking care of them" I said excitedly. "Then it's settled. You may go outside between breakfast and lunch. Not before, not after. And Ms Y/l/n, I don't appreciate tardiness under any circumstances" Right.

"Yes, thank you Ms, could I go now?" She sighed and nodded. I quickly got up, put my shoes on and ran to the main door. I opened it up and instantly the fresh breeze hits my face. Thank god it's not snowing. The garden is full of unique flowers. I start naming the ones that draw me the most. Dalila. Minerva. Hilda...

I start walking down a path that leads to what I assume is the barn. And obviously, as the rest of the mansion, it's huge. Inside there's lots of horses. 8 of them to be exact. And there's two little baby ones. I tried to gain the trust of one and comb its hair but it kept running away.

I then proceed to the outdoor pens. There was a cow one, a sheep one, and goats! I ran to the goat one and started admiring them. I just love goats. I like how their eyes are looking into different directions. They also smell funny. I find them really amusing. I was contemplating on going in the pen until I saw the baby goats. Now I have to get in.

Carefully I jumped the fence. Now it's just like humans. First you have to get the mother to trust you with her baby. Don't make sudden movements or try to attack them. Patience is a virtue. Then show them your intentions. I'm not gonna harm your baby. And finally approach the baby and gently put it in your lap. Perfect.

The other babies start gathering up around me. One is chewing on my dress, one licking my ear, and two of them are fighting for their place in my lap. While they do their thing I talk to them. Animals are good when it comes to venting, they won't snitch on you or tell anyone. And their therapeutic.

After some time with the babies, I realize I have no idea what time it is. Oh no. Ms Venable is gonna be mad at me. I start running to the house but the I decide to get her some of the pretty flowers to apologize. I cut them and put them in a little bouquet. While grabbing one I got a big cut on my palm. No time for pain, I'm on a rush.

I enter the house into the dining room and Ms Venable is already. Here we go.

Ms Venable's pov:

She's late. The one thing I told her. What if something happened to her. Then she would learn her lesson. She could be in danger. While I argue with myself the door opens and Y/n rushes into the commodore.

"I'm so sorry miss, I got caught up with the goats. You know I don't have a clock so I don't really have a sense of time. I was talking to the goats and then realized how long I had been laying there. But then I told myself 'I should apologize to Ms Venable' and what better than doing it with flowers. So I went to the garden and selected some of the flowers that I thought you'd like and made you a bouquet. And now that I'm here I wanted to say I'm sincerely sorry Ms, I hope you accept my apology. I understand if you want to punish me and I completely agree with you" She spoke at an unimaginable speed.

Punish her? I was angry at her for being late, for ruining her dress with all that mud and for cutting my flowers without permission. But I wasn't going to punish her. In fact I find her intentions to be so pure. Normally I would scold at her for breaking the rules but she's just so precious.

"I will not punish you Ms Y/l/n. I am disappointed that you broke the rules, but I'll gladly accept your apology. Now we got to get you cleaned up before you continue to make a mess on the floors." She smiled relieved but then blushed.

Y/n's pov:

Just now I realize the state I'm in. All covered in mud, with a chewed up dress, messy hair and dirty dried spit from the little kisses that the baby goat gave me. My face flushed with embarrassment. I followed Ms upstairs to the bathroom.

When we got there she ran the bath for me and started cleaning my face. When she looked at my hand she gasped. "Y/n why didn't you tell me you were hurt" she asked concerned. "It's nothing big and it barely hurts" Lie. It hurts like hell.

"Nonsense we have to get it cleaned up before you get an infection" She cleaned my wound and I hissed in pain. "Good thing it doesn't hurt" She teased. I laughed a little but went back to hissing.

"There. It's done. I'll leave you to wash yourself. I'm going to get you some clothes"  I nodded and took off my clothes. I got in the tub and almost moaned at the feeling. This is heaven.

I finish washing myself and take the clothes Ms Venable left at the door. After I changed I go ro my room to look for a hairbrush, but found nothing. I'll ask Ms. I stand outside her door, hesitant to knock, but I do it anyways.

"Ms Venable, do you happen to have a hairbrush I could borrow?" The door opens and reveals the woman in an angelic purple nightgown. I gawk at her beauty. Her perfect body, how the dress hugs her curves so perfectly, and her fiery hair still in her updo but with some strands out of it giving it a flawless messy look. She looks like a goddess.

"Come in, I have one in my vanity" She said. What did I asked for? Oh hairbrush. Right. "Here. Be careful with it, if you brush too hard you'll get your hair all frizz" I take it and brush my hair while looking in the mirror.

"No that's not right. Here let me do it for you" She grabs the brush and starts combing my hair. "Could you style it aswell? I've always wanted to have those perfect curls like other girls" She nodded and I hide my excitement.

"What if I tell you a story to kill time" I asked her hoping she'd say yes. "Sure" She said. "Okay. There was once a beautiful fairy that lived in the forest. She was very creative and likeable, but the only issue was that she was alone. Surrounded by creatures who left her out and ignored her. But she knew better than to let that affect her. So she made her own friends. They were good listeners, also very creative but most importantly they shared the same interests. She would call them kindred spirits. But one day..."

Ms Venable's pov:

I stare at Y/n through the mirror still brushing her hair. While listening to her I begin to admire her features. She has the most beautiful eyes, full of pain bit at the same time love. Her little pink cheeks, her round lips. She's so delicate and innocent. So beautiful.

No. Wilhemina stop. This is not normal remember. She's a woman. It's atrocious. You're atrocious.

My head is flooded with thoughts. I can't feel like this. I will not feel like this. I need to get her done faster she's driving me insane. "There child. You can go now" I told her sternly. "But I didn't finish the story" She said. "Leave" I told her again. "Yes Ms Venable" She looked so sad. It's for her own good.

Y/n's pov:

I don't understand what happened. She didn't let me finish the story. She called me child? Maybe she had a bad day. It's understandable. There's always a reason for everything. I'll give her the benefit of the doubt. As I was about to head to bed I see a note slide down the door.

Thank you for the flowers. I love them. They're precious. And so are you.
-Ms V

The door opened and there she was. "I just wanted to say goodnight. And also what the note says. I thought it was a lovely gesture"

"Thank you Ms, goodnight to you too." She almost left but then she added. "Oh and I'll gladly hear the rest of your story tomorrow" Then she was gone.

I closed the door and jump in the bed while kicking my legs and blushing hard. Why does she makes me feel like this while doing the bare minimum. She liked the flowers, and she liked my story! God Ms Venable what are you doing to me.

A/N: there's another one. Didn't proof read. Hope you like it. I'm not sure if I'll update tomorrow bc I'm going to watch Multiverse of Madness !!! I'm so exciteddd. Ok that's it bye 💞

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