Another Start
“You’ve been painting for a while, Miss Natalia. How about some afternoon tea? I’ll set it up over here for you,” Laura spoke up in a small voice as she pushed over a silver cart.
“That would be nice. I could use a break…and I guess so can Reiner,” I replied. I’m so thankful to have Laura as one of my maids. She is such a perfectionist.
“I heard that you have a nickname for Mister Reiner,” Laura started to shyly make conversation while she set up the afternoon tea table.
“Oh yes, I do actually. I…don’t use it much when other people are around…” I replied. I didn’t tell her that we promised to use his nickname only when we were alone.
“We, the staff, have been pestering Mr. Reiner for his nickname so that perhaps we could use it to call him too, but he’s been very stubborn about telling us and won’t let us give him a nickname either. Even the older maids and butlers have nicknames…” Laura went on with her story of Reiner.