CHAPTER VI
Last night Phire dreamt of her mother. In her dream her mother is wearing a long satin gown matched with pearls, while her long golden hair is adorned with butterflies made of gold. She looked dazzling. Specks of light came down pouring from the gigantic windows making the scene clearer. Sparks ran across the room like shooting stars. Gradually she promenaded down the stairs with her hand clutched on her gown draping on the carpeted floor. She looked like a goddess. A goddess without a face.
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The morning came as if Phire has been used to it. It’s been days since they had arrived in that house. Days passed still nothing happened. If her humdrum routine continues, she’d be out of her mind. Despite of it, she can’t stop thinking about her Uncle Benny and the rest. Especially now she’s having a breakfast in her own balcony, while the latter must be currently eating grotty Rice beans. “Please eat now miss” The silver fork glistened as Imelda dexterously laid it on the mantel which reminded her of her dream. “Comme tu veux” she said, out of her mind.
“parlez-vous français------- encore?”
Imelda almost dropped the teapot she’s holding. She didn’t expect a country girl like Phire to know French. “You speak good…how did ya’ know that? Qui était ton prof?” (Who taught you?) Indeed, the nanny was amazed but she couldn’t be lost over a low class girl. She knows it was just by chance. Victoria had sent the maid to a French tutor in order to learn the language. So the vicious mistress could boast off how much class she had added to the household, ever since the original master and his wife died years ago. How on earth could a country girl be educated like that?
“ma mère ---------- elle est français, ce sera tout” (My mother------------ she is French, that’s all”)
Once again Phire started chomping the food with a name she can’t even pronounce. And she continued to gorge like nothing happened. “Oh this is sure tasty” said she pointing on the meat poked on her fork.
The old nanny was someway annoyed a little. But she mustn’t still forget that the pale beauty in front of her is now her mistress. “Would you like some more?” she offered.
“No thanks, this will taste better if you join me” Phire turned one of the plates and placed a fork beside it. “Camm’on”
“Oh no Miss, Miss. Victoria will surely g-----------------------”
Phire tugged her next to her and placed a loaf of beef on her plate. “Let’s eat!” she smiled. Somehow Imelda’s impression of the child changed. She admits that at first she was infuriated of her mistress’ new daughter’s arrival but she didn’t expect her to be actually a loving child. Phire reminded her of the old mistress when she first arrived the mansion. Certainly, she’s not pertaining to Victoria, instead, to the original Lady of the house. If only she could have been still alive. Silently she prayed over her soul. “Okay” Imelda finally replied.
Out of a sudden, the doors broke open, two maids came in panic. “Ma’am, the young master is in rage again. He won’t take the medicines” the two exclaimed. “We need you over there”
“Oh, can’t you see, the youn’ mistress is havin’ her breakfast” she spoke in a street Yankee tone. “You better take care of him ya' selves, or call d' others”
“But ma’am, he won’t listen” she pleaded. “We can stay here in exchange of your presence ma’am. We’ll assist the young mistress’ needs, while you take charge of him”
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Forest of Light
Teen FictionPhire had spent her whole life in a small town you might never heard of. She lives in an old apartment you might never dream having. Still, she's contented. Despite of all the hardships she and her father had undergone, she's happy. As long she's wi...
