𝙴𝚕𝚕𝚊

𝒩𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓃

Present

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I think for a second I forgot my legs were shaking because the amount of people in this hall distracted me from it.

Everyone looked so important and well me... I was just some maid. I don't even know how I got here.

My life was never perfect and I guess I knew there would not really be that much excitement in my life but, never did I expect this...

I don't even notice someone was calling my name until I stopped spacing out.

"So what do you do for a living darling?" Oh I forgot, Mr. Black went to go talk to some men leaving me with their wives.

I didn't want to say I was a maid so I returned the question. "W-well umm, w-what do you d-do?"

"Well I own my own company, it's a design company. Are main focus is on fashion." I nodded my head one other woman chimed in.

"Well I'm a model"

"I'm a fashion designer as well." One other said. Wow... They all seemed to be living out their dreams while I was sold to be a maid for Mr. Black.

I had dreams but unfortunately they didn't go so well. Writing was always my passion. The big goal was to write and publish a book of my own one day.

That was the problem I already had a finished book I started on years ago but, I had no one to publish it.

I get snapped out of my thoughts with the girls letting me know they we're leaving... Did I bore them?

I walked over to the back to find somewhere to sit. I eventually found a lonely corner and sat on a bench. I just sat and played with my fingers until I got bored.

I eventually got up and walked outside. I excused myself through the crowd and walked to the back. I noticed this bird on the floor. I gasped and ran up to it, "oh you poor thing."

I scooped it up and petted it. "Let me see those wings" it's almost as if he understood her and spread its wings.

"Oh you will be fine, it looks like you just landed wrong. Let's see you fly now..." I stood up with him on my finger

"3, 2,1"

He then sped off my finger into the sky. I smiled while watching, until I felt someone watching me...

I turn around, oh no, he was watching, did he think I was crazy for talking to a bird.

He was just watching me with his hands in his pockets. He then slowly walked up, the street lights illuminated my face. He tucked my hair behind my ear and leaned down to kiss me.

"I heard people saying there was a crazy lady outside talking to a bird."

"Oh..."

"Figured it was you when I didn't see you."

"He had a hurt wing, I-I had to help." I say ignoring the fact he called me crazy.