I'm His Maid, He's My Valentine

I'm His Maid, He's My Valentine 03

Recap...

My heart lurched in my chest. At exactly this second in two days, I would be sitting in the same room as Master Josh for one whole hour, with nobody else but the two of us.

Despite the nerves low in my stomach, I couldn't deny that I was excited. Whatever the expression I had on right now, I knew that deep inside, I was anticipating the moment.

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CHAPTER 03

"Yours!" Jess called loudly from behind me.

I gasped, holding the racquet tightly in both hands. Just as the shuttlecock made contact with my racquet, I swung my arms with all the strength I could muster. To my disappointment, the shuttle simply hit the net, rebounding back onto our side.

I sighed, taking a step backwards... straight into somebody. Startled, I turned around. "Sorry, Jess!"

I heard a chuckle. "It's Daniel." He still had his hands on either side of my waist, steadying me from my fall.

My cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "Hey," I greeted awkwardly with a nervous laugh.

He chuckled again, removing his hands. "If you want to hit the shuttle, you need to actually swing your arms before it gets to the racquet." He paused to smile. "Here, I'll show you."

I stood there obediently, watching as Daniel served the shuttle, bringing it easily over to the other side of the net. A player on the opposing team returned the hit, sending the shuttle smoothly back to our side.

"Got it?" Daniel asked me after the short demonstration.

I forced myself to nod, smiling sheepishly at him. In all honesty, I didn't get it. The teacher had shown me the same technique over and over again during the past few lessons but I just couldn't understand. At first, it was kind of funny how Jess and I both failed to hit the shuttle, but now, it was starting to become  frustrating.

"We're hopeless, aren't we?" Jess commented, suddenly appearing by my side.

I couldn't help but nod in agreement. "If we can't even play badminton, I seriously don't know how we're going to survive playing volleyball next week," I said, picturing myself getting hit in the head by a volleyball. It wasn't beyond my abilities to fall victim to such an accident. 

"I'll help you."

I turned, smiling at Daniel. If that was a genuine offer, I would willingly take it. Daniel was different to a lot of guys I knew. He was friendly and easy to get along with. To top it off, he was a good friend, so it was comfortable being around him.

To my surprise, he reached out and ruffled my hair. "You have this cute look on your face right now."

Immediately, a blush stained my cheeks. It wasn’t so bad coming from Jess, but when it came from a boy, I just didn't know how to handle the embarrassment.

"So are you girls free this weekend?"

I raised my head, meeting Daniel's eyes. He had asked this question repeatedly in the past few months and our response was always no.

A frustrated groan escaped my lips. Sometimes, I just wished we could let everybody at Starlin High know that we were maids; that we were just like every other one of them, though not as wealthy. But of course, it wasn't that simple. If they knew that we spent six, or sometimes even seven days a week working for the Newton family, they would most definitely look down on us. Why did money have to be everything to these people?