Finding my Wings

~5

       I hadn’t felt this giddy in clothes since before my parents died. But I was grateful to Tristan’s mom for being so generous with the quality. My hair might not have matched the pretty dress matched with the softness of the leggings, and my smudged makeup definitely didn’t improve the proper look of the high neck and belted waist. One look in the mirror and I immediately did my best to twirl my hair up into a bun and use spit to wipe away the makeup. The trashy remains of my old clothes lie in a heap on the pretty carpet.

        The oddity of my situation had never really left me. But if he was really going to make me feel this comfortable I would have to be careful to look for those ulterior motives I know that lingered behind those gentle green eyes of his. No one would ever be this nice to a slut like me.

        The doorway of my room opened up into a long hallway. I tried to remember which way Tristan went and walked along, careful not to touch the beautiful walls with my filthy hands. God, they must be loaded! It was like walking through a palace. The hallway led to a grand staircase and opened up into a giant foyer. The brief thought of making a slip through those double doors crossed my mind. But just as I took a step forward a ruffled woman in an apron and tight bun clacked into the giant room from a side doorway I hadn’t noticed before.

        “Oh! My dear I’m glad you’re awake. The kitchen is right over here. Master Tristan is waiting for you.” She smiles sweetly and I’m floored by the use of ‘master’ in Tristan’s name. Seriously?! They had a maid for fuck’s sake!

        “Oh do come here miss. I won’t bite. My name is Maddy, master Tristan said I should get you whatever you desire.”

        I blushed slightly. Could this seriously be genuine? But without even a second glance at the main doors, I walked down the rest of the stairs and followed her through the house and into the kitchen. All I kept thinking as I admired the high-end furniture and flatscreen TV’s they seems to have in every room was, ‘Wow, they must be lawyers or some shit to afford this stuff’.

        “Keira! You look perfect! I’ll have to tell mother later that the clothes fit you.” Tristan sat on a stool in front of a counter of freshly baked goods. My stomach started twisting painfully at the smell of the bacon and bread that were laid out. Without thinking about it I took the seat next to him.

        "Looks good, huh?” He motioned towards the food. “Maddy is an amazing cook. I swear I’ll never get another takeout as long she’s in the kitchen.”

        It was comical the look she gave him. Like a mother who could only roll her eyes at her beloved child. It was envious in a way. “Growing boys need their proper meals. That word ‘takeout’ will only ever make me shudder at the very mention of it.”

        He laughed. It was such an open laugh, warm and husky but childlike and infectious. His smile was utterly charming. I wandered if they taught boys like this the perfect smile to make a girl swoon at those fancy private schools.

        “Keira? You ok? Is the something on my face?”

        I snapped back to myself. I hadn’t realized I’d been staring. Even Maddy was eyeing me mildly. Blush creeped into my face and I turned sharply away. “No it’s nothing. Thank you for the food.” It was directed at Maddy who was still looking at me.

        Her weathered eyes crinkled at the edges and the suspicion melted from her face. “Your welcome, dear. Now eat. I believe master Tristan wishes to show you around once you’ve finished.”

        At that I looked sideways at Tristan and he just smirked. That dimple though. I just shook my head and filled my plate. “As long as I get to eat it doesn’t matter to me.” I mumbled. I think he laughed a little at that.