What you don't know, Wont kill you. I think...

What you don't know, Wont kill you. I think...[8]

chapter 8

About six maids came into the room, beauty supplies ready in hand, all looking at me expectantly. I was ordered to stand up and put my hands out wide. Following their directions, two maids came towards me with a tape measure, collection their data and scurrying out of the room quickly.

            Well this is fun, I thought sourly twisting my face into a grimace.

            “Oh! Miss Frey, is there something wrong?” A girl about the age of fifteen cried out on horror noticing my unpleasant expression.

            “Hm? No, no I’m fine, really” I gave her a reassuring smile, one I am sure she saw through.

            “Why are you a maid here? You look like you are only fifteen years old.”

            “Fifteen? I am only thirteen, but I work here by choice. You see, I have no where else to go. My parents gave me up for adoption the moment they had me, not ready to have a child. I do understand them though, I much rather it this way anyway. The king and queen were the ones to save me from a bad family when I was three, bringing me back to the castle and raising me as nearly one of their own, however I still felt I owed them at least to work for my stay. I joined the maids three years ago, and I love it with them. They treat me like I am their own family. I don’t feel enslaved or anything like that, in fact it can be a lot of fun. All I ever do is things such as this… dressing people up and making them beautiful, although you are already beautiful. This is Ann. Ann always says that the naturally beautiful ones are those with the best hearts.” She stopped to smile and breathe. Right as she was about to start again, the one doing my hair put a hand on her shoulder.

            “Alright honey. I think it’s best to leave Miss Frey to her own thoughts for a little bit. I’m sure she has plenty to mull over at the moment.”

            “Oh no I don’t mind, in fact, I would much rather that than my own thoughts right now.”

All I could think of was Sam, how he frightened me, and how nervous I was for this dinner. Someone in heaven must really be trying to spite me…

I leaned over slightly much to the maids doing my hair’s chagrin, facing the little girl square on.

            “I think you have very natural beauty.” Smiling at her, I then asked her name.

            “I’m Addie. Your name is Nia Frey. Master Sebastian has talked about you quite a lot.” She giggled quietly to herself. “Right Ann?” she smiled up at the one doing my hair, Ann. Sebastian spoke of me? About what I wonder…

            “Addie, I’m going to need you to focus for another twenty minutes. We have go to get Miss Frey looking her absolute best. My apologies Miss Frey.”

            “Nia, call me Nia please.”

            Sebastian was right of course; I became friends with the maids right away. We talked about nearly everything as I was given facials, and mani-pedi’s. they were all sweet and so motherly, I couldn’t help feeling like they were my long lost family that I never knew I missed until I had them back in my life.

I watched as they pulled, brushed and curled my hair, tousling it to make it look naturally perfectly curly. A light layer of mascara and powder was added to my face along with a dark shade of red lipstick.

Next, came the dress.

I gulped as I saw a maid pull out the dress I was about to put on.

The strapless dark purple satin dress reached the floor, the collar dipping showing off a nice amount of cleavage. At my waist line the dress tightened, extenuating my hour glass figure, and a slit that began at my thigh and gradually became larger all the way down my leg where the extra fabric of the dress rested behind me in a small train.  I looked myself over in the mirror, making a mental note to thank the maids for doing such a good job.