Beauty and the Beast | Fillie

Castle Wolfbrown

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"Honey, do you need any help for those presents?" Lilia asked, while standing on the wooden step ladder gracefully, without any fear of falling.

Millie shook her head. She was sat on her knees on the floor of the living room, dressed with a black pair of leggings and a colorful blue and red sweatshirt; her feet were bare, as always, just covered by a thick layer of soft and fluffy white socks. She didn't like wearing slippers.

The maid was busy wrapping the presents that Finn bought for his family, because, ironically, Mr. Modine, his father, loved traditions and Christmas in general (no matter if he was a horrible man who was urging his son to marry a woman he didn't want or that he blackmailed the whole world).

Also, under the giant Christmas tree the gardeners put at the center of the room, there were all Grace's gifts; they were at least a dozen. Millie sighed; he seriously bought all the stuff she liked, and the things she suggested him, apparently. She pressed her lips and shook her head, as she finished to wrap a ribbon on a little green box. She wasn't very good in wrapping present, to be fair; she always messed up.

"Millie, honey... why are you so sad? It's almost Christmas. You are going to spend it with your dad!" the blonde exploded enthusiastically, while fixing the decorations on the curtains of the giant windows.

Millie simply shrugged her shoulders, "I am not sad. I am just... I don't know."

But in reality she knew. The day before she told Finn she would have loved to kiss him, like a complete fool, and he begged her to ask him to do it. Oh, if only she said yes...

She touched lightly her cherry lips, imagining how beautiful that contact would have been. She wondered how was his taste, how their flavors would have mixed, how amazing and electrifying was kissing a person you wanted with all of yourself.

"Sad because you aren't going to see Finn for a couple of weeks?" Lilia questioned with a glimpse of irreverence, while looking down at her.

A couple of weeks? Millie sighed, trying to not think that she was basically going away forever, abandoning all of them once and for all. Of course she was sad. Even if that adventure started in the most horrible way, the ending had a bittersweet taste.

"Don't be ridiculous. I don't care about him in that way." Millie bluffed, trying to play it cool.

Lilia rolled her eyes, as she climbed down the ladder, with a gentle smile painted on her face; she knew Millie, she knew she was lying by the way she wasn't looking at her. But, still, she didn't want to pressure her if she didn't want to talk about it.

"Fine. Do you want me to bring you some tea while you wrap the presents? Or do you need any help? Those are..." Lilia said with a forced smile as she pointed at her awful wrapped presents, "... nice."

"Hey, I am doing my best! Since everyone is busy in other things, I am the only one who can!"

"But you only wrapped four! For how long have you been here?" she questioned more, rising Millie's anxiety.

She still had a tons of presents to wrap.

"Well, uh, two hours and an half. But... but I'm really doing my best!" she said, trying to not give up her task. And she knew she was awful in it, but her stubbornness couldn't let her fail that simple job.

"If you say so. If you need me, I'll be in the kitchen sweety." the blonde chuckled softly, giving a little kiss on the top of the little maid's head.

Millie sketched a smile and kept doing her "job" as Lilia rapidly made her way to her kitchen, dressed in her beautiful high waist red pants and a soft white blouse. She was always so elegant and nice; Millie always felt a little bit jealous of her... well, in reality, she felt jealous of all the girls who had a style and weren't as clumsy as her.