Yes, Monsieur?

Please touch me, Sir

~Andy's POV~

I had tried my best to pick up some English from the books Mister had left me, but it was very difficult and I was struggling. I could pronounce a couple of words like, 'Yes' and 'No', those were easy enough to learn. I had heard lots of people around the mansion saying those words. I just hoped that I'd be able to learn more so I could communicate better with Mister. It would make things so much easier.

It was evening time and I'd been told to join the rest of the servants for dinner that evening, apparently it was a special gathering for us. So, I had changed my outfit from my uniform into a plain black skater style dress with black thigh highs and a pair of heeled boots I had. I had also pulled on a black cardigan to keep myself warm. The mansion tended to grow cold during the night.

I checked the time on the clock in my room and made my way into the dining room where we were to sit for the dinner. I saw there were other servants already there so I took a seat at one side, away from everyone else. I kept to myself and played with the edge of my cardigan as I tried to half listen to their conversation. I only planned on trying to learn some more English so I could please Mister with my knowledge. I wasn't the smartest either, but I knew that I would be able to do this for Mister.

The other servants began to throw me dirty looks, talking loudly. I heard my name mentioned multiple times but I had no idea what they were saying. It all sounded confusing to me, I looked away and let out a soft sigh. It probably wasn't a good idea for me to come down here, I barely ate anyways, and everyone was just going to be rude to me.

I felt deflated, drained as the only course was brought out. I watched as they served the closest first, gradually moving down to myself. I was sat all alone at this end of the table. Luckily, the person who was bringing me my food was someone I wasn't so much enemies with. He smiled at me and gave me a bowl of soup, it was different from what everyone else was having, but I didn't mind. I'd much rather have this.

"Merci, Vinny." I murmured softly to the short boy who had brought me my food. He nodded in reply and left me with some bread and butter before returning to the kitchen to get his own food I presumed.

I used my knife to butter the bread I'd been given before I began to dip that into my soup, eating the parts that were covered in soup. I'd discovered upon tasting the soup that it was cream of broccoli soup. I used to have this a lot when I lived in France as a child. I missed it, so this made me feel at least a little happy despite my lack of friends. The only contact I ever tended to get now was with Mister. Even then, I wasn't sure why he paid so much attention to me and I'm sure I'd never find out or understand the answer.

I ate my soup, silent as I gazed out the window into the dark. I couldn't wait for my wrist to heal up. I didn't think it was broken, maybe fractured. It didn't hurt so much anymore and Mister hadn't really gotten any real medical help for it so he wasn't all that bothered either. Vinny had situated himself up near the top of the table along with the rest of the cooks, laughing and having fun. I almost felt jealous, but I suppose I didn't really need friends. I could do just fine on my own.

I finished my meal and silently left the room, it wasn't my job to clean up the dining room. Not after I'd smashed all those dishes... I tended to be rather clumsy. Instead of moping or going back to my room I began to really explore the mansion while the rest of the servants were gathered in the dining room.

I ventured into the left wing of the mansion, I'd never really been here before, I don't think many usually visited this side of the mansion. I wasn't sure why, it was quite beautiful and it was nicely decorated. There were many doors leading off into rooms, I looked inside each room. Most were living areas or small libraries with work stations. But, the last door on the left held a grand piano sitting in front of the window. A gasp left my mouth as I caught sight of the many different instruments that were gathered inside of this room. It was beautiful. I loved music.