Hiding from Mr. Billionaire

14 Lady In Disguise

Jasper scoffed and walked away into the kitchen by himself. The maids came by and coddled Archie by the hand, guiding the little boy as the two women followed behind Jasper into the kitchen. "Here," Agatha pulled out a cloth and gave it to her kindly. "Have this and clean up, I'll take you back upstairs and set a bath for you. You're okay with me doing that aren't you?"

With a short nod Vivian followed her nervously as Agatha led up back to the guest room. "Why are you being so nice to me?" Vivian asked curiously. She wasn't used to people tending to her with so much kindness, let alone the rich and wealthy. Usually others minded their own business from one to time. Agatha on the other hand, did not.

"I don't know," Agatha muttered. "You were being treated so poorly. It made me think of my mother in a sick way, you reminded me of her."

"Clumsy and foolish?" Vivian mused.

"No," Agatha snapped. "Ignored and helpless. Always taking the blame for something that meant no harm to anyone. That was an accident."

"I'm sorry," Vivian gulped. "I didn't mean to refer to your mother that way. I do hope she's well."

"She's dead," Agatha said quietly. 

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Vivian replied. She didn't quite know what to do in circumstances like these. "My condolences to you and your family for everything they've been through. I can't imagine how it much feel to loose a parent that meant so much to you."

Agatha gave a tight-lipped smile before tying the curtains high up by a string of ribbon, so more light could brighten up the room. "No I'm sorry," she walked back. "I shouldn't be talking about my past. It's over with already."

There was sad aura about Agatha that Vivian hadn't seen till now. One that glomed darker than the night sky. Who know a girl who had seemingly so much could feel much greater. A Wright girl, with greater emotion and grace than even Vivian herself. She couldn't almost believe it. The way the ginger head talked and gave to others. As if she knew them in other people. Despite being the only ginger head in her family, Agatha was clearly different from the rest of the hard headed Wrights. In that of her pride, and her sensibility.

Vivian remained silent as Agatha prepared her bath in the claw-foot shaped tub and set up the towels herself. Agatha then gathered up the shampoo bottles and set them by the gas water heater. Though, Agatha didn't dare heat the water with it. Despite its usefulness, the heaters had the probability of exploding and for this very reason, many other Victorians avoided using the gas to heat the water. "Would you like for me to heat up some water in the kitchen and bring it out to you?" Agatha offered once she was done.

"No I'm fine, you've done enough already."

"I insist," Agatha said. "I'll have a maid fetch it for you in a jiff"

She turned around without waiting for an answer and left Vivian alone for a moment to fetch her maids.  Vivian stared inside the gigantic blue room with awe. There was no doubt the Wrights were wealthy. It was as gigantic as her bedroom. In contrast to her own, the Wright's bathrooms even had sinks which were pedestal shaped and round. There were as many as two sinks plugged in directly to the wall. And thus, there was no need for a stand. Those sinks were covered with wooden surroundings to make it look like a piece of furniture, and were hand-painted in a floral pattern and in sea figures. Other items that showcased their wealth were shaving stands, small tables, and a small sitting area by the corner. A large painted mirror hung over the furniture by brass fixtures and large wooden panels. The light eliminated from the windows, to the tub that lay right in the middle of the bathroom.