Just a Maid

Chapter 33

      I couldn't do it. My heart wouldn't allow it. As I sat up on my bed without much sleep, I groaned. I was definitely a selfish person.

      I had spent the entire night thinking about breaking up with Donovan. After what Leonardo told me, I was going to. I felt like Brianna deserved some sort of happiness, something that would heal her wounds, and that was Donovan. So I was going to let her have him. To be in love with him without me getting in the way.

     Turned out, my heart wouldn't allow it though. I liked Donovan too much. That was what I realized. As I thought about breaking up with Donovan throughout the night, my eyes would actually tear up. My heart would ache at the thought of not being able to be with him and it just hurt too much. He was just too good to give up, and I was a horrible person.

     I didn't know what to do because of that. Brianna deserved to feel better, but I didn't know what to do. My selfish side wouldn't allow anything Donovan related to make her happy, so I tried to think of a way to help her. So far, I had only thought about being her friend.

     Everyone needed someone at their side, someone they could talk to. After what Brianna's mom did to her, I felt like that was what Brianna needed especially. It would allow her to feel like she was loved, which she was. Deep down I knew we all cared about her. I knew I did despite everything.

     Getting up, I decided to do something nice for her. Something that would hopefully make her welcome to the idea of being my friend. Smiling to myself, I went to get ready.

                          *****

       I knocked on Brianna's door, holding a tray of food. I had gone downstairs and made her french toast. Apparently from what I heard, it was her favourite food. She loved it, but never got to eat it due to the amount of sugar it contained. Like most rich people, she had a strict diet that her cooks followed.

     In about a minute, the door opened. Brianna stood in front of me in a white nightgown. A gown I admired and now wanted for myself as I stood in front of her in my maid outfit. It was that nice with its simple lace design that showed off her hourglass figure.

     "Hey." Brianna frowned, not noticing what I held. "What are you doing here? I didn't ask for you."

     "I made breakfast for you," I said, holding the tray out for her with a big smile on my face.

     Her eyes widened as she looked down at what I held. A grin instantly spread across her face as she studied the french toast.

     "You made me french toast?" she asked shocked.

     I nodded.

     Brianna suddenly frowned. "If this is a pity gift, then I don't want it."

     I shook my head vigorously. "No, I just wanted to be nice for once. I've been reading lately and... yeah."

     "Okay, you're a maid," she said, looking unconvinced. "Come in."

     I followed her into her room, holding the tray. My heart began to hammer against my chest as I realized I needed to come up with a way to become her friend. That was going to be a tough thing to do.

     Brianna sat on her bed and I stood in front of her, still holding the tray of food in my hands. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do now, so I just continued to stare at her awkwardly. Now I realized why I didn't have much friends back home.

     "You can sit beside me," Brianna said tiredly, patting the spot beside her. "I don't bite."

     I couldn't help but think about how she may not bite, but she sure did slap and push. Those may of happened a long time ago, but the memories were fresh in my mind. The pain and embarrassment of the slap especially. I was surprised I had forgiven her for it.