Chapter 3

• Waking up in the morning has never been this difficult. Back at home, even though there is no peace whatsoever, there is still freedom.
• I feel trapped in here, and I can't even find myself walking down the stairs as the shame of yesterday is still clear in my mind. I slept in the ridiculous dress that my father made me wear yesterday, as I was not given heed to at least pack a few things.
• I reach out for my purse, finally checking if there is a certain message on my phone that states, "hey girl, come back home, it was all a prank.” But there is nothing of such.
• Not even a single text message from my family.
• It was at this point I knew I have no glimpse of hope.
• I swallow my pride and walk down the stairs, hoping to find Jenny around the corner so that I can borrow her cloth and go and pack my luggage if I am permitted to do so.
• Unfortunately, I do not know my way around here. I tried to locate the kitchen, only to end up in the garden.
• What have I gotten myself into?
• I was on the verge of crying out of frustration when I sight Armani, sitting peaceful enjoying the view of nature.
• Reluctantly, I walked up to him to ask for permission to go home and the way to the kitchen.
• “Good morning” I greeted.
• He looked at me in awe and I wonder what is with the surprised look.
• Did he forget he bought a grown-up like me without my permission?
• “Hmm… Is it okay if I go home to pack a few things?
• I do not have anything to change into, and it's making me feel uncomfortable.” I asked.
• “Oh, my bad. I will have my PA send some cloth over.” He answered.
• “Thank you, but can I still go home?
• There are some things I'd love to have with me.”
• “ I'm afraid not, and you should get used to it, this is your new home.” He said dismissing me.
• I stood there in the same position, and he looked back at me with a questioning look before he realizes that being lost.
• “Oh!” He called out some man who I didn't notice was there earlier and told him to direct me into the kitchen that I was going.
• I find Jenny preparing breakfast in the kitchen when I entered.
• “Good morning” I greeted, beginning to gain her attention.
• “Omg, did you cry all night?”
• “No, I lied.”
• “Your face says it all.” She said in sympathy.
• Have you checked the mirror this morning?
• “No”
• With the mirror being said, I brought out my phone and check my face because I remember Armani reacted the exact way earlier, only that he didn't comment.
• I wasn't surprised when I noticed that my face is a mess.
• I was too caught up with my situation to wash off the makeup last night.
• Crying all night long did not exactly help the situation either. In short, my face is a mess.
• I probably look like a masquerade.
• Jenny followed me into my room so that I can wash my face.
• Then again, I have nobody to wash whatsoever.
• Jenny went into her room to bring me the few things she knew I will be needing and lend me a dress she said she had originally planned to give her daughter, for she did not have anything of my size.
• Luckily for me, her daughter seems to be of the same size as me, seeing how the dress fit in perfectly.
• She asked me to have some rest here, while she went back to the kitchen to finish off what she was cooking. But I can't stand being alone in this room, alone with my thoughts, which is the hardest part right now.
• I followed Jenny into the kitchen as I assist her with the cooking.
• I might be raised with a silver spoon, but I know my way in the kitchen. How could I not when the only people I ever talk to in the house when am bored are the help? You will always find me in the kitchen, gisting if I am not in my room.
• So, that explains it. I am a good cook.
• I help Jenny to set the table as she cleans the kitchen.
• Once I finish, I went to inform Jenny that it is done to know if she will be needing anything else.
• “Can you please inform the boss that the table is set?”
• I went upstairs, and I see two rooms closely beside each other. I wonder which one is his.
• One is around the corner while the other is in the centre of attention.
• I decided to check the one at the corner, thinking it will be the office. I knocked once, twice, but still, no response. I turn the door handle, only to see it unlock.
• I open the door slightly, and I was mesmerized by its beauty.
• I walk in slowly as I observe the beauty of the room.
• It looks like a total masculine room.
• I saw a bookshelf beside his bed and I wanted to check his choice of books when he opened the bathroom door.
• Shit! I didn't hear running water, so I thought he is not inside.
• “Why are you going through my stuff?”
• “ I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Jenny asked me to inform you that breakfast has been served, and I got confused between the two rooms, so I check in here, thinking it was your office.”
• “There is a door for a reason.”
• “I'm sorry, I knocked at the door, but I didn't hear anyone answer.”
• “So that gives you the reason to enter?”
• “ I guess not.”
• “I will not have you roaming around my room without my permission. You will only come here when I need you or call for you. Is that clear?”
• “ Yes,” I lower my face in shame.
• “And yeah, you can visit your parent's house to pick up whatever it is you needed. I won't be available anyway and if there is anything you need, you can talk to Jenny, she knows how to contact me.”
• I do not need to be told twice before I leave his room.