The Pool Boy

Emerald Jewels. (2nd Chapter)

…. The Next Day….

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Melody’s POV:

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The birds’ chirping sound is sweet in a morning theme, but not when there is a hangover state of mind. I didn’t dare to groan, just so I wouldn’t annoy myself with my own voice; yes its that terrible. I rub my temple softly and yawn largely in salience. As I slide my legs from bed, I slip my slippers on and rush to take a shower. After that process is done, I feel sort of revived by the essence of my good smell. I’ve always been strict with myself, when it comes to being clean and physically presentable.

My dad always told me about how my mother was like me in this issue. It makes me wonder how her voice sounded like, or how she smiled. Pictures and videos are nothing compared to real-life action, I suppose I wasn’t lucky enough to see her existence in my life. I dress myself up and brush my makeup on, making sure its set to perfection; just how I always like it. I grab my phone from the nightstand, and exit my queen-sized room (http://www.polyvore.com/white_princess/set?id=112629605&lid=3328693).

“Good morning Miss Cramer, would you like your usual?” Albert, my humble butler, greets me as I glide down the endless stairs. “Good morning Albert. Yes please, and make sure to get me a Midol pill if you may.” The old man smiles at me as I rest myself on a chair in the dining room. I gaze at my phone screen, and as I read the notifications from Twitter and Instagram. I laugh quietly at the pictures that Camille posted on Instagram from last night, while Albert returns to the dining room.

“Here you go Miss Cramer. (He pauses, then proceeds) Your father is outside beside the pool. He informed me to tell you that he found a new pool employee.” Pool employee? Oh, Pool Boy! Okay, I got it now, but wait… Why do we need a pool boy?

 “(I swallow the pill, and drink my latte; pausing a little before speaking) Albert? Why do we need a pool boy? I mean, don’t we already have a company that takes care of its maintenance on weekly basis?” The middle-aged man sighs and smiles. 

“With all respect Miss Melody, its summer. As I recall last year, this mansion did not stay quiet a single day during the same season. Your father and yourself enjoy party receptions and cocktails, so he thought of getting someone to do that maintenance job on a daily base.” I nod at Albert, as I process what he says; it makes sense.

“Hey, Albert? (He looks at me waiting for my question) Did my dad mention when will this pool boy arrive?” He nods his head politely, and replies: “Indeed Miss. He is already outside with your father. I believe he is from a British origin, just like me.” My butler smiles proudly when he mentions his origins, and I nod in agreement. 

British, as in Maybelline London? As In Oxford Street? Oh, that must be interesting. I just hope he won’t cause any troubles, even though I am sure my dad is strict on this angle. I blow my mug, and take another sip, while Albert unfolds a napkin for me, so I could place it on my thighs.

“Would you like anything in particular today Miss?” I give it a thought, and then reply:“Actually, you know what? (I take off the napkin and stand up) I’ll go see this pool boy, and once I’m back I shall have breakfast with my dad.” He confirms what I said with a nod, while he takes the napkin from my hands. I walk outside to where the pool is located, and as I step down the stairs, I am met with two emerald jewels, scanning me under the sunlight stream.