Walking through the mansion without looking suspicious was actually a mission. I couldn't keep track of the number of maids and butlers in each hallway and room. I slowly walked up the stairs, trying to be as silent as possible, and successfully made it to the top without being questioned. As I walked through their halls, I noticed how shiny their dark wooden floors were, and how the wood shadowed my body as I passed door to door. I had to stop myself at least every twenty seconds to stare at their beautiful flowers that were placed in a golden vase at each corner of the hallway. The chandelier kissed the creamy walls with scattered light and shined in the distance as I headed toward the end of the hallway. I noticed narrow stairs that led to an opening, and I began to walk toward them.
Then suddenly, a maid came out of a room, holding a bag of soil, questioning why I was up here. In shock I quickly replied "Why! Why how could no one have assisted me to the ladies bathroom? I have been searching for centuries!". Thank you mom for your acting.
The maid, bright red and still holding the bag of soil, quickly directed me down the narrow stairs and told me there would be a room with a bathroom passed the garden. Her instructions were honestly horrible since she was panicking the whole time. When we reached the bottom of the stairs, we passed through a door and we were outside. We were in a garden. I thanked her and grabbed the soil out of her hands.
Sweating more, she yelled "I CAN NOT LET YOU TAKE THAT, PLEASE I WILL GIVE IT TO THE GARDENER! PLEASE DO NOT GET DIRTY!".
I gave her a soft smile and told her "trust me it's the least I can do. I'll give it to the gardener. Go on, I'll pretend this never happened".
The maid quickly shook her head and ran back up the stairs. I looked down at my soiled dress and looked back up.
Shit.
I then started walking through the garden, amazed by all the different types of flowers. Their different aromas, colours, and textures. At this point, half of the soil already left the bag but I didn't want the maid to get into any trouble, so I searched for the gardener. The garden was grand, almost like a maze. I was scared I was going to get lost but I noticed someone in the distance planting a flower. Determined to get rid of this soil I walked toward the gardener but surprisingly unnoticed.
It was a man.
A man with dark hair that gently curled passed his ears toward his neck. He was wearing a dirty gardening robe and I noticed his spine. Forgetting about the bag of soil, I started picturing my fingertips slowing making its way down his back - feeling him.
A loud SNAP came from a twig that was underneath my silver shoe. Alarmed, the gardener quickly turned and his raven eyes pierced me.
My heart jumped.
His dark eyes locked on mine and I looked away. His glare was too intense.
He questioned me "what are you doing here?". I immediately answered "I'm looking for the bathroom!". He stood up and started pulling back his hair.
I heard myself inhale.
I then caught myself staring at his biceps and quickly looked back at him.
I exhaled.
He was already looking at me.
Feeling uncomfortable, I asked him for the directions to the dinning room.
I noticed I kept avoiding eye contact.
He guided me to the end of the garden were we faced a wooden door. "Just go through here and walk straight ". He opens the door for me and I pass through.
Then and there. I felt it.
Gentle fingertips touching my hand, sending singles through me causing my head to turn straight toward him. I saw his thick black hair, his raven eyes, his beaten lips, and his sudden worried expression. I then noticed how he was about the same height as me and we were inches apart.
I heard a single breath.
Shaking, looking down at my left arm and noticing the wound on my hand. He then spoke, "you're hurt". Trying to still my body and avoid his gaze, I replied "I..I'm fine". I started feeling dizzy and hot.
I watched as my sweaty fingers slowly slid off his hand.
Secretly feeling every part of it.
I felt my fingers caress his knuckles, and then gently down the paths toward the tip of his nails.
My heart was racing. This felt wrong.
I let go.
"Thanks but it's okay!" I told him with an almost frightened tone. I started to move, heading toward the dinning room. I couldn't tell whether I was walking or running.
Hearing my heart race. Ever breath I took. Remembering ever touch of his hand.
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A Secret Vow
RomanceRomance. Betrayal. Adultery. " I try my best to avoid eye contact at the dinner table. Whenever I look at him, his black eyes stare right through me, making me feel naked. I distract my curious eyes by focusing on the untouched peas, trying my best...