Life Is Not A Lemon

Chapter Two: Happiness in a nutshell.

I guess it's fair to say that I'm almost never happy given my ever gloomy life,  but I still have my moments: Kaylin is there to cheer me up; Fred gives me advises when I needed it most; and, of course, the entire crew who has my back. You can say life was good on me. Except for the part where I had to live with my devil of an aunt and cousins.

Going back to reality,  I stood there looking at this woman.  She does not seem like Marianne's type. She seems more like the kind of person who enjoys outdoors, having fun under the sun. Not the type to spend time in the darkness of an office under a dim light of a light bulb.

"Oh, where are my manners? " my aunt stood and said, not that she has any. "Ladies and Gentlemen,  I'd like you all to meet Ms. Delphine Felicia Amore, the daughter of the founder of Amore industries, Alister Damon Amore, and here to represent her father. Stand up, dear."

"Hello, I look forward to working with all of you." She stood with her hands held together. She was seated opposite to where aunt Marianne was seating. 

They stared at her for a moment. She then sat down and resumed her dinner while the others chatted with those beside them.

Delphine Felicia Amore. Her name is as beautiful as she is. She seem to be a little bit above my age. I'd say around twenty years old. And that beautiful girl seem anxious. She may be hiding it but I can see in her eyes.

My aunt signaled Fred. It was about time to take away the appetizers and serve the main course. He went to the kitchen and I followed. I pulled him aside and requested a favor.

"Fred, can you do me a favor?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure. What do you ask from me?" He waited for my answer.

"I need to replace one of your butlers. I'd like to serve the girl at the end of the table."

"Your aunt?" He mocks me with that grin of his. But wow, perfectly white teeth. Okay, that's off topic.

"No. Hell, no. A billion times, no. The other end, Fred. The one with the angel, not the flesh eating maggot that claims to be my aunt." He laughed. Well, he does know how much I despise her.

"I would like too, Simon, but your aunt will kill me if she knew I let you serve the food. And why? Simply to catch a quick glimpse at her--- what do you youngins call it? Ah, right.  Her tatas." 

Well, for a fifty year old man who knows me damn well, he sometimes doubt my intentions. Can't blame him. I did some things that were out of question. I did set my aunt's hair on fire once. Also, there was a time when I shaved off the twins' eyebrows for pushing me into a pool of mud. Well,  I guess he thinks that I have some evil plan to ruin this night. I had one but I'm not pulling that off while Mr. Stylington's family and that girl here.

"WHAT? No! No no no. I am not a pervert and you know that. I just want to ask her something. I'll take care of my aunt."

"Fine. Just don't get caught."

"Will do! You're the best, Fred." I turned and grabbed a tray of food and followed the other waiters.

Enter the maids and butlers with dish in hand. We aligned ourselves with the people we're assigned to.  We stepped closer and grabbed their empty plate and bowl. I took the advantage to lean in and ask.

"Are you okay,  Madame? You seem rather tense."

"No, no. I'm okay." She looked unsure.

"Nothing a little fresh air can't fix, right?" I told her.

"Right, maybe after this." She seemed calmer now. I served the dish and went off with the cart trying to blend in. I swear I can feel my aunt's glare at the right side of my face.