Butler in Disguise

3 - Clueless Brother(?)

By the following noon, Blu was supposed to meet the two Blancos at an Italian family eatery nearby, and eventually close the deal if all goes smoothly. It was on a Sunday, a little over 1 p.m. just after the Blanco's weekly service.

Her preparation that concluded with a washed striped loose oversized shirt, pair of washed torn jeans and black Vans slip-on were completed with a boy cut ginger wig that could barely seen under the bucket hat. She felt a little giddy inside. This by far had been the most risky thing she ever did throughout her 18 years of living as a goodie.

Blu had also prepared a fake beard by trimming her hair and sticking them into a double sided tape. She had chosen not to apply that since it only struck her appearance as a fake homeless beggar who's secretly a wealthy man. Any chances of turning out as a freak in her interviewer's eyes should be eliminated.

Turns out Varvara was sure enough she would take the deal. The little manipulator had dropped by almost midnight to give Blu the wig. Apparently she had to go early after the talk to look for the wig.

Both girls were quite skeptical by how artificial the colour was. It was too orange than Blu's natural ginger hair. But if they were about to deceive Killian out of all people, there shouldn't be much effort to put in the first place. The boy probably hadn't figured he had two identical brothers till he was four. A little too late, isn't it?

Blu had been on the toilet for the past 15 minutes, waiting for Varvara's approval. The Blancos were coming a little late. Now wasn't the right time to kill the excitement by thinking of any failure possibilities that might leave both Vee and Killian already 10 minutes late.

"Yo..."

Once Varvara appeared by the toilet's doorway, Blu changed her straight posture with slouched shoulders and a sly smirk on the face. Hips a little protruding. Matching those stereotypically image of a fvck boy.

"How do I look, mami?" She said with a little accent that was clearly unnatural. One eyebrow wiggling seductively.

"What happened with your clothes? You're supposed to be a butler, not some hippie skater boy," Varvara complained with a laugh.

Blu's facade fell at the disapproved face of her friend. She was quite confident with her own works. In fact she thought she looked decent enough to be considered as a cute boy.

"You're forgetting that I need to look like a highschool graduate boy. This is how they dressed," Blu explained as a matter-of-fact.

"Then where's the graduation toga?" Was the sarcastic reply she got.

"You get the point," Blu claimed whilst rolling her eyes.

Sometimes Varvara forgot the fact that people could have different way of thinking. In this case, Blu's was not synchronised with hers.

Apparently dressing up as a boy had so many forms and equals a lot of meanings. Hence there could be a formally dressed boy, - the one she was hoping Blu would do, or at least she could have rocked a prepster look - a reckless dressed teenage boy, and even a cross dressed boy. Vee should be grateful enough her ginger friend didn't settle with the latter, else there would be no difference than her daily looks.

"My point is, you're overdoing it. You could have worn a hoodie and normal jeans. It's that simple."

"With 97 degrees outside? He'd think you're hiring some weirdo and that would eventually backfire us. Plus this is my only jeans that ain't skinny, you'd rather have me on those?"

This time, Varvara didn't object. Her eyes were still observing Blu's choice of clothing despite the silent agreement.

"You also kept me stranded here for 15 minutes."