YOU ARE MY BLOODY VALENTINE

CHAPTER 14: YOU LOOK STUNNING

"Esme!"

"Esme!" I repeated, my tone sharper this time with frustration.

"Yes, princess." My maid, a young girl who appeared just a year older than me, entered my room timidly, she bowed in a display of subservience. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her exaggerated gestures. Her delicate features were framed by cascading chestnut curls that gracefully fell around her face. Her eyes, a shade of deep hazel, her petite figure was adorned in a simple, yet elegant, maid's uniform, the fabric clinging to her slender frame. 

"I don't know what to wear!" I exclaimed, my voice filled with exasperation. I let out a heavy sigh, dramatically placing my hand on my head as I collapsed onto the plush comfort of my bed. The room was scattered with an array of clothing options, each one vying for my attention.

Esme shook her head lightly, her eyes filled with a gentle warmth that mirrored her kind-hearted nature.

"Princess," she said softly, her voice carrying a soothing tone. "No matter what you choose to wear, it will be perfect. Your grace and elegance shine through in every outfit." I looked at her with the side of my eyes and scoffed loud enough for her to hear me at the other end of the room.

"Esme, I really appreciate the motivational speech, but you know the reason you are my personal maid, you don't have to refer to me as princess or else I'll barf." I said with a disgusted look on my face.

Esme has been my personal maid ever since the untimely passing of her mother. Before that tragic event, she was the only one who truly understood me, she didn't treat me as royalty, but as an equal. It was her genuine friendship that endeared her to me, and I cherished every moment we spent together.

However, when I approached my father with the idea of Esme becoming my personal maid, he hated the idea. He couldn't fathom the notion that someone as young as Esme could serve me. But Esme and I pleaded with all our might, and eventually, my father relented. Esme underwent rigorous training to become my maid, but our bond remained unbreakable. Esme became my best friend. 

After my words reached her ears, Esme burst into a fit of laughter so uproarious that she had to press both of her delicate palms against her mouth to stifle the mirth.

"Oh Lia," she exclaimed, her voice laced with playful teasing. "Can't I indulge in a bit of mischief?" With a glint in her eyes that seemed mischievous, she gracefully settled herself on the edge of my bed and pinched my cheek, a gesture that was meant to be endearing but instead elicited a sharp twinge of pain. I winced, my eyes momentarily welling up with tears.

"Don't be such a cry baby, Lia," Esme retorted, her voice tinged with a playful yet teasing tone. "Your dad bought every colour of the same dress, I don't think it is so hard to choose." She glanced around the room, taking in the sea of colorful dresses that surrounded us, a kaleidoscope of fabrics and hues.

I let out a heavy sigh, my frustration palpable in the air. The task of choosing the right color seemed daunting, overwhelming me with indecision. I turned to Esme, my eyes searching for guidance, hoping she held the key to unlocking the perfect choice.

"That's the thing, Esme," I said, my voice filled with a mix of exasperation and longing. "How can I possibly choose which colour is the right one for the fall dance?"

As I awaited her response, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation, wondering if Esme would offer a solution that would guide me through this sea of colours.

Just as Esme was about to respond, the door to my room swung open, interrupting our conversation. Esme and I turned our heads simultaneously, our eyes meeting the intruder. It was Liam, his presence filling the room with a mix of annoyance and undeniable charm. A frustrated groan escaped my lips, a testament to the conflicting emotions that his disgustingly charming face evoked within me.