MEERA - 17

After that the day went by in a haze, I did all sorts of things in that room but now I'm really fed up with everything. Lilly is not here either, apparently she is on a date with Ronen, they really are hitting it off huh. She brought some of my favourite novels for me to read but I guess she was in such a hurry that she didn't even notice they were in Spanish. Above all I desperately miss Indian food.. The food here is literally so bland.. like there is no salt, no spices and I don't think they even know what Garam Masala is.

I pushed away the covers and climbed out of my bed. I'm really ok now, good enough to move around. Walking down the stairs I made my way straight to the kitchen.

"Ma'am! Why are you here? You could have called out to me if you needed something." A maid said in panic.

"Calm down sweetheart, I just wanted to grab something to eat." I said holding her shoulders.

"No you don't understand, sir will fire me if he gets to know that you were in the kitchen." She uttered and my mouth fell open. Yes he was taking care of me but, this too much..

"Don't worry I'll be finished before he comes home and he'll never know! Ok?" I said and all of them looked a bit doubtful but nodded their heads. I got the green signal I needed and hopped in the kitchen. But soon enough I realised that I can't make anything here since I lack the ingredients... The kitchen is filled with cheese and sauces and flour.. and pasta.. and vegetables. Quite a lot of vegetables, but no spices to make some Indian food with..

I exhaled and dropped my shoulders, just as I was about to leave the kitchen, my eyes found the chocolates that decorated the shelves of the kitchen. My heart almost leaped out of my chest as I grabbed the big chocolate bars.

So what if I can't make something Indian.. I can always bake cupcakes!!

Within a few minutes I collected all the ingredients, and started mixing the batter. Baking is one thing I absolutely love to do, and mostly when I am upset or sad or angry. It's like baking something that extracts my negative emotions and fills me with joy.

One of the maids gave me an apron so I wouldn't ruin my dress with the chocolate I was now cutting passionately, and thank God they did because that white apron is not that white anymore...

I poured the batter into the cupcake tray and pushed it into the oven for baking. A few minutes later, while I was talking to the maids, the cupcakes were almost half cooked and the Aroma filled not only the kitchen but the entire ground floor.

But just then suddenly the main door of the bungalow opened and the sound of approaching footsteps filled the air. Each of the workers were looking at me and the entrance of the kitchen back and forth with eyes wide and panic written all over their faces.

Shit! He's early today! Now even if I were to run across the hall to my room he would definitely notice me!

I was standing there wrecking my brain for the excuses I couldn't find when the microwave bells sounded indicating that the cupcakes work fully baked. Maybe I can trigger his sweet tooth and he will not scold the maids.

I hastily took out the cupcake tray from the oven and the Aroma that was lingering around the house intensified ten fold. The food steps that previously seemed to be going upstairs were now headed towards the kitchen. I smiled to myself, turned towards the tray and started taking the cupcakes out of the tray, that's when I heard the voice belonging to the footsteps.

"What's happening here?" My eyes widened as I turned back around only to find a woman standing in the doorway. She was a beautiful lady, approx in her late forties. Her skin was showing signs of aging but it was still firm and glowing, showing just how much money she had spent on it. Everything about her screamed rich and dangerous just like Apollo. Her eyes were sharp, attentive and heavily loaded with eyeshadow, scanning all of us one by one. I looked around at all the maids standing around me with their hands clasped in front of them, their heads down and looking at the floor - a gesture of powerlessness and surrendering. I was the only one standing tall and looked at the women in the eye.

"I see Odell appointed a new maid." She said, looking at me.