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S L A V E ~ 4

Catalina

I believe I had frozen for a second because, I was still on the floor.

I gulped and got up, placing my hand on my dress, smoothing it out. "I-I-I am s-so sorry" I stuttered quickly, "I-I was t-trying to hurry up and get everything to the dinning table and-" I immediately stopped talking once I realised I was rambling unnecessarily. He had a slight frown on his face, but turned away from me and retrieved the bottle of water that he had came for. He opened it and turned it at his head, I was wondering weather or not I should just walk away and continue what I was doing, but, I figured that he would be upset. I cleared my throat and slowly turned to exit the kitchen but then I heard his voice, "You're new here" He stated, but it came out more as a question. I looked up at him once more,

I took in his appearance, he is white. He had light brown hair that came up in the middle, brown caramel eyes...perfect lips, perfect jawline. He looked very handsome and no doubt in my mind, that he was one of Mr. and Mrs. Biebers' sons.

I nodded at his statement, "Yes" I answered lowly.

  "I never really pay attention to the slaves that work here, but it is very obvious. What is your name?" He asked, I shifted in my position, "My name is Catalina, I started today" I said. With a slight nod, he exited the kitchen and I finally let out my breath that I had seemed to be holding. I stood there, a bit confused — not knowing why. But soon snapped out of it and resumed what I was doing.

When I had walked into the dinning area. Mr and Mrs. Bieber, walked in and had a seat with their children. I placed the glasses on the table in-front of each of them, then uncovered the food.

"I did not know what to cook, for I am not familiar with your likes...and dislikes. But, I tried my best" I said. They all just sat in silence and Mrs. Bieber looked at me, "What is this that you have prepared?" she asked. They all looked at me. I glanced at — who I am assuming is their daughter, Jazmyn; she had long brown hair, with a simple dress on, she looked just like her mother – very beautiful.

   Then, their other son who's hair was cut low, he looked a bit younger than the guy who I had bumped into in the kitchen, so based on what Celeste had said to me, I'm assuming that he is Jaxon. And the eldest, is Justin.

"Well? are you going to stand and say nothing or actually answer my wife's question?" Mr. Bieber questioned with a frown. I gulped, "Uh, for a small appetiser, I did a Russian Caviar, Creme Fraiche and Blini-" I gestured to the five small round and cookie-like food that was placed on a plate in the middle. I then gestured to one of the other meals, "This one, is a Swordfish a la Siciliana. I did this because I was not sure if anyone was a vegan-" I paused, looking if there was any sort of disapproval. But, there was none so I continued,

"The Bourbon Pecan Chicken is the other meal, and then there is the Apple Crisp III that I had made for desert" I gestured to each one. I pressed my lips in a thin line as I waited for someone to say something. Mr. Bieber narrowed his eyes at the food, "How did you know how to make this?" he asked, "when I was younger, I sometimes watched my mother make us meals, then, when I was at the organization — cooking was one of the main skills that Ms. Delatore required for us to have" I said honestly.

  Without another word, They just started to eat and on the inside, I slightly smiled to myself to see that when they took a bite, there was no disapproval. I could see that they were enjoying the food. I was somewhat proud of myself because I had not messed up...at least not yet.

I silently chewed on my bottom lip as I stood off to the corner waiting to be instructed to do something or them ordering me to leave so they could get privacy. I honestly did not want to move unless being told to. I have heard of things that can happen to slaves if they do certain things...this, was the King and Queen, they are basically the rulers of this country. They, set the rules.