Melany Fellington is a young girl who lives in poverty in a changed world. She doesn't have what others have the room to have, but family made what she has more than enough. During substandard times of oppression, a fatal interference threatens her...
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(Tuesday morning, August 14th)
Later in the day, I was scrubbing the baseboards in the hallways when I heard commotion coming from another area in the manor. I wasn't capable of pinpointing the exact location because I had to focus on my work.
I wasn't in the position, nor was I in the safety to get distracted, even in the slightest bit. I even have to drown out the occasional footsteps of other servants as they pass me.
I was finishing the final section when I heard the sound of high heels making contact with the floor in a consistent rhythm. The pace of their steps were steady and powerful. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw a tall woman approaching. I felt a shiver run down my spine at her presence alone.
I then felt her unfathomable gaze settle on me, and I was entirely self-conscious of the position I'm in. My hands and knees are on the hard floor while my hands are continuing their scrubbing motions.
I felt like she was observing every piece of my being. She was unraveling my very soul in the palms of her steady hands. My heartbeat picked up in its pace as she got closer. I heard her steps come to a stop...right by me...
'I'm going to embarrass myself. I just know it,' I nervously thought to myself.
The sweet scent of jasmine filled my senses and heart with tranquility and joy. I lifted my gaze up from the floor, and immediately felt my breath hitch as my eyes struggled to process what they had begun to see. In this moment, I was looking at the most stunning and enchantingly gorgeous woman that I've ever been blessed to be in the presence of.
"You're a new addition here..." She said as she observed me, and her voice was ethereal to my awaiting ears, and it was also strong, strong in tone, but somewhat kind. The woman's gaze was intensely deep, and if I attempted to look further, I knew that I would just fall into the depths of her hidden soul.
Although, in my mind, I instantly froze mentally as my hands instinctively continued scrubbing at a slower pace. "What do I call you?" The woman then asked with intrigue.
At her question I remained silent out of fear of being ridiculed, or chastised for the wrong choice of words, but I immediately stopped scrubbing, my hands stopping their motions, and I allowed my focus to be fully redirected to the notably tall woman that stood beside me.
Attentively, my eyes slowly noticed that the woman has beautiful light brown skin, and soft, almond shaped dark brown eyes that delivered a strong and piercing gaze. The woman's full and alluring lips were coated with a red lipstick. Her cheekbones were the perfect mix between sharp and soft, and her dark brown, braided hair fell down to her waist gorgeously and effortlessly.
Her dress attire now consisted of a red suit and a white button up shirt with the top three buttons open, revealing the line of her sharp collarbone, and the subtle swell of her breasts, but not too much. Her red suit, including her shirt and red blazer accentuated her curves down to her red suit pants that intricately carved along her long and toned legs down to her ankles perfectly. In her breathtaking dress attire, the definition and subtle prominence of her toned muscles pushed through the material, the suit material hugging the stronger godsend feminine structure of them tight like she works out a couple of times a week.
