Hershey Kisses

Twenty-First Kiss

Damien puts the car on hold and waits for the giant gates to open for us. We arrived at the manor and boy was I surprised how close their home was to my home. When I think of manors, I think of castles or palaces or the white house; but nope, this was completely different. As we came around and put the car on park, we stepped out in front of the biggest manor I've ever been in. Outside the home looked modern all cubed but plain white. But the width of the house was as wide as a football field. Damien went ahead and I trailed along with him inside his home. Once the gigantic doors opens on its own, we stepped in and I was in awe but how tremendous this house is inside compared to outside.

From the front door, it was a long hallway with a chandelier dangling over us. On my right side were staircase that looked like they're floating mid air. Opposite side of me looks like an entertainment room or... probably theater room. I tried to hold in my excitement but seeing a new house is like seeing the museum. Is it strange for someone like me to be amused something like this? No? Just me?

"Try not to drool over our furniture." Damien closed my mouth as I'm drooling with excitement.

"It's my first time coming into a home like this..." I wiped my excessive saliva. "Who knew being part of a rich society could be this amazing."

"Not entirely..." Damien sighed as he took off his jacket. "Maid Marta." I hear footsteps accelerating towards us louder. Then a young lady stood in front of us and bowed.

"Master Damien." she says still bowing, "Welcome home. How was your drive? Madam Rice has left you this message before she left for her business trip." She took out an envelope and set it in front of Damien.

"Lovely..." he took it and handed her his jacket. "This is the young woman Rick has told us about." She looked up and stared at me. "Her baggages will be arriving soon. Please take her to the room where she'll be staying. I'll be in my study room."

"Yes Master Damien." she bowed once again and walked in front of me. "Good afternoon, Miss Hayate. I am Marta, one of the maids of the Rice family. The head maid will be coming back soon to check on you. If you follow me, I'll take you to your room."

"Of course..." I took a deep breath and started following her. "I'll see you later, Damien." He ignored me and walked different direction. Even Damien has a cold attitude. We walked upstairs hearing nothing but our footsteps. "So how long have you worked here?"

"H-huh!! Um uh just um a few years..." she said timidly fiddling with her fingers.

"Are you new here?" I quiestioned her.

"Ah y-yes." She turned to me exposing her heated up face.

"Hey don't worry about me..." I waved my hands, "I'm not your normal rich girl around here."

"But aren't you Lady Juliet?" she countered me. Crap they didn't tell their workers about me nor the plan?

"I-I've been gone for a long time." I stuttered making up an excuse between the words. "I've been living the life of a middle class for so long that it amaze me coming back to my home."

"I see..." Marta sighed in relief holding her chest, "Don't frighten me like that, Lady Juliet."

"I'm sorry..." I giggled fussy and continued following her until we reached to the end of the hall. She opened the door for me and stood by the door.

"Here's your room, Lady Juliet." she says inviting me inside the bedroom. I stepped in not surprised how her room looks like.

The room was slightly bigger than my bedroom but the color scheme was light blue with white contemporary furniture sets. I walked in gliding my hands slightly over the furnitures jealous how much Juliet gave all this up. Her wealth, her valuables, and her life, she gave all of these up.