Arranged + Shawn Mendes

one

"GOOD MORNING, MS. COHEN." the maids greeted with kind smiles on their faces. A maid jogged over towards me, closing my bedroom door behind me for me. There were three maids upstairs, dusting the tables, modern furnitures, and picture frame resting on the end tables and to the ones attached to the wall.

"Good morning and please, call me Adeline." I tucked my lose strand of hair behind me ear sending me a nice pleasing smile. After what I said, all of the maids looked at each other with worried looks. "Anything wrong?"

"Uhm," Sofia, one of the maids shoved Anna, another maid towards me for her to talk to me instead of the other two. "Mr. Cohen disciplined us when he overhead us–" the look on her face made me feel guilty. I knew what my father did to them and I felt like it was my fault. "calling you A-Adeline and not– Ms. Cohen." I clenched my fist.

"I'll talk to him, alright?" All of their eyes widen in fear. "If daddy is not around, then you can call me Adeline." They forced a small smile on their lips and nodded slowly. They turned back around continuing what they were doing which was dusting and wiping the mirrors clean.

The handle of my small black Louis Vuitton purse was resting on my inner part of my elbow. My left hand was holding onto the railing of the stairs, as I slowly walked down the stairs into the living room and made my way to the dining room where my father was. He was seated on the end of the table, a nice delicious breakfast made for him in front of him. He was in the middle of taking a sip of his coffee as I walked in.

"Adeline," he greeted. He removed his lips from the edge of his mug of coffee and tilted his head for me.

"Good morning, daddy." I always find myself forcing a smile on my face whenever I'm around him. I leaned down and kissed his cheek.

"How was your sleep, darling?" He went back to taking a few sips of his hot coffee.

"It was alright," I answered, he nodded. A kitchen maid came up to me asking me if I will be staying for breakfast. I could see the look of my fathers face in the corner of my eyes and it terrified me a little bit. I acted as if I was totally okay and nodded my head.

I wanted to leave early for work today and just have breakfast there but I knew if I didn't stay for breakfast, my father would scold me for not being 'respectful'

"I'll just have eggs, bacon and toast please." The maid nodded her head before fast walked over to the kitchen preparing my breakfast. Other maids came in and placed utensils, napkins in front of me, and poured some orange juice on my tall glass cup.

"Deciding to head out early?" My father, who was seating across from me on this long dining table. He gave me a look that he always have ever since I was born. The look he had on his face terrifies people and makes them intimidated by him.

"I was going to work on our project actually," I take a sip of my cold orange juice. The maids came back with my food. "Thank you," the maids grinned happily at me then left. My father watched me unfold the velvet colored napkin on my lap and began eating.

"You're aware that breakfast is the most important meal of the day, correct?" I glanced down at my scrambled eggs, shutting my mouth to keep myself from sighing loudly he'll scold me for it.

"Yes, daddy." I answered politely. "I was going to ask my assistant to buy me a bagel from Star—"

"That's not healthy, Adeline." He said coldly.

"Yes, father you're right." Then silence fell upon us. I forgot what I was suppose to ask him or tell him until one of the maids came back to refill our glasses of orange juice. What caught my attention was her purple bruise on her cheek that was fading away.