Ethereal Madness

Chapter 35- Be Happy, Mr. Reginald

-Reginald Perspective-

I buttoned up the cuffs of my shirt, straightened my collar, and looked in the mirror in front of me. I sifted my hands through my hair, tightened my tie and flattened my suit. I tugged it down a little.

I took a deep breath. "Perfect."

Hard to believe I've been working here for fourteen years. It still feels like yesterday I was sitting up in my bed begging Mr. Price to work as a butler.

A smile slithered it's way onto my mouth. Is this what they call nostalgia? A little to melancholy for my liking I must say. Remembering old times should be more uplifting.

Suddenly, a knock was heard at the door. I opened up to see Valerie, a lass that should've been so beautiful, if not only for the abundance of makeup applied to her face.

"Good morning." She greeted me with a polite smile. She kept her interlocking fingers at her waist, a habit of hers she had yet to catch.

"Yes, a good morning it is." I concurred.

"Umm, Miss Cecilia told me to tell you that you aren't to work today."

"She what?"

Valerie took few steps back and shielded for her life.

Right, this is also apart of dealing with Valerie, isn't it? "Apologies, I didn't mean to scare you."

"I-it's fine." She tried to shrug it off.

"I don't mean to shoot the messenger. I'll go confer this with Cecilia herself."

"Ah, but Miss Cecilia also said don't bother talking to her. She said it was an order backed by Mr. Price."

She has backed by Mr. Price? To go that far, she must really not want me to work today. But for what reason?

"Hmm..."

"Anyhow, I'll be on my way." Valerie said squeamishly.

"Yes, of course. Thank you for telling me."

She bowed and ran off.

Such a strange girl, I chuckled.

I closed the door, trying to come up with a conclusion. What could you be up to Cecilia? I admit I've been working a little more than usual, but to gain the approval of Mr. Price? It's baffling.

Any in case, if I am ordered to enjoy my day, I shall do just that. I made quick work of my professional attire, until I was left in a tank top and shorts.

I exited to the front. The early morning breeze felt fantastic and the orange, drowsy sun filled me with just enough warmth. I started down the road, a light jog. A couple minutes down the road I encountered the Astor family. Their pristine vanilla arches encompassed all three of the front entrances, and the top half looked like a castle, all of which was hidden by golden gates.

Such a marvelous building.

I continued down the path. Greeting me was the Adair mansion. I couldn't help but laugh every time I witnessed it. Mr. Adair's fascination with the color blue truly preceded him. To have not only the staff outfits but the entire mansion consist of different shades of blue, he was one of a kind. Truly an eccentric man.

Out in front was a boy that was probably around Arthur and Tucker's age. Even from this distance, his relaxed demeanor was apparent.

I don't remember him. Then again, it has been several years since the houses met up.

Just as I went back to focus on the path, his head lifted and he turned towards me. His face molded into a bright smile and he waved at me.

What a courteous fellow. I waved back readily.