Kindunophilia (Love of Danger) Patrician Series #1

II | Sexy Arrogance

II: Sexy Arrogance

  The next day, I woke up exhaustedly. My mind was solely enwrapped by the commotion that entire day. Including the inconceivable call from that man. It was intricately confusing. I did not slept well and comfort. My mind had fought the way out of the maze of my mind. I sneaked onto the kitchen in that middle of the night, while people of the mansion were in the state of hibernation.

I finished glasses of milk. I reread all the poems of my favorite poet, Lord George Byron.

Whatever the absurd reason of my mind went that certain night, his raspy voice replayed in my head.

Consequently, my eyes were weary and seemed someone punch me in the eyes. Under dark circles and eyebags were clearly covered my eyes.

Sally's presence drove me out from my formless and floating thoughts.

To pretend that I was in my proper mind, I spuriously check my face from the round mirror.

The second version of the famous detective, Sally, was wearing the standard servant's uniform: a black dress below the knee, and half-white ruffled apron to her waist.

A black and rose nipped dress with puff sleeved was hanged on her hand and a pair of brown leather shoes was right next to her hand.

"What did happen to you, Audrey?" she asked attentively the moment she look at my face from the mirror.

She placed down the garment as she scrutinized me from the mirror. I had allowed her calling me casually if we were only in my room. She had been my only confidant. Therefore, there was no need to forbid the casualness.

She kept me accompanied. The best she could when I ripening to eighteen, and since in childhoood. Those were that times when Madame scolded me after reciting the Twelve Tables for my stubbornness. In the worst way, when I flogged with a strip leather.

Afterwards I punished, she would be always there right on my side with wide arms and warm embrace. Even her appearance seemed formal and did not showed much emotion, her good deeds and loyalty to me was I found soft.

“ Are you not feeling well? Should I call Dr. Valens? ″ She asked worriedly.

"No, there is no need to call Dr. Valens. Do not worry, Sally. This might be just insomnia.″ I deceivingly, kneading my temple.

I remembered, insomnia was not the right term I used. I was been regularly check by our family Doctor.

″ You did always sleep on the right time, Mademoiselle."  She said in a matter of fact.

″ I did, but I am not certain on why I did keep thinking about the call.″ My mouth slipped wrong words.

Through that, her forehead crinkled and her eyes narrowed skeptically.

″I am certain enough, isn't from any Madame's call or any invitation call for a tea party, am I right?" She said the last part with provoking tone. I tried to groped for words. But there was nothing I could hid from her.

I could not even won a plain, friendly debate with her.

" Yes, you're right..." I sighed in defeat.

" And who might this strange caller?"

Should I just tell her that the caller was the one of the trespassers who threw a big stone in my room? The Plebeians. I could not really risk the truth.

″Sam-my... ″ I stammered.

I had tried to play-act that it was just been an oblivious matter. Then, her eyes slashed suspiciously.