chapter 14-15 Miss rizzelle

I beeped to know who was at the door, and upon opening it, I was greeted by a stunning and elegant lady. Her appearance was far from ordinary, making me think she might be a celebrity. "Morning," she said, breaking the silence. Feeling overwhelmed, I quickly stepped back, leaving her at the door. My social interactions were always a struggle; I feared hurting people with my awkwardness. I often preferred having enemies to forming friendships that I could inadvertently harm.

As I hurried to the garden—a place I had longed to be from my window—I cherished this moment as one of my rare freedoms. A bright smile lit up my face. In the garden, I dared to dream of being a bird, flying across the world, taking in its beauty. But alas, I was like a caged bird, confined by the limits set by others.

The air was filled with the delightful fragrance of flowers. I marveled at how a seemingly cold man like Mr. Lucas could possess such a breathtaking garden. I wanted to soak in every moment. As I explored, I stumbled upon bird cages housing vibrantly colored parrots, their presence adding beauty to the surroundings. I moved closer and greeted them. A parrot responded with a sharp and speedy "hello." I admired their beauty.

My attention then shifted to a lonely bird in a separate cage—an elegant Jandey Conure. My heart went out to the bird, as I too understood the feeling of loneliness. "You're lonely... I'm sorry," I mused aloud. "Life outside is beautiful. Would you like to take a look?" I offered, although the bird kept looking at me, as if pleading for freedom. Without hesitation, I opened the cage and set it free. The bird fluttered its feathers before taking flight, circling around me. It seemed to be enjoying its newfound freedom.

"I wonder who you could be. I finally realized—you're a slave brought into a wealthy house. Yet, being surrounded by luxury hasn't made you value life brought by money," I pondered, looking away, contemplating these thoughts. Suddenly, a voice broke through without the courtesy of manners...