Prettier than an idol

"Shall I get you some more food?" The young maid asked cautiously.

Now we're talking. Sefi immediately smiled, nodding eagerly, at the same time revealing a little dimple on her left cheek. She barely had a few mouthfuls of that porridge earlier before it all got spilt, she was still starving.

Tracy was slightly taken aback by Sefi's dazzling smile. The young maid left the room in a state of stupefaction, thinking that she had never seen Miss Sefi smile so happily before, and she really should smile more because she looked so pretty when she smiled. She could rival some of the Korean girl idols on TV.

Watching her leave, Sefi twinkled her toes in excitement. Then her attention to the long hair that reached down to her waist and she immediately frowned again. The hair itself wasn't bad. It was luscious and had a healthy shine to it but it was far too long. She was practically sitting on it.

She gets that long hair is pretty. It's super feminine and she has always had shoulder-length hair and that was deemed enough, it doesn't need to be this long. Long hair was notoriously difficult to maintain and the upkeep would be too much of a hassle. Especially during these hot summer days.

Her mind was already made up, the first opportunity she gets, these locks were ready for the chop.

Then her mind turned to Nathan. If her delightful fiancé does not start behaving soon, it would be his turn next for the chop. Sefi thought in annoyance. She for one was not interested in being his arranged wife.

From the age of sixteen and onwards there wasn't a short supply of suitors lined up outside her door, she had to practically beat them off with a stick.

Don't get her wrong, Nathan was a good-looking guy, with a handsome face and a hunky body, but shame about the temperament because he obviously had anger management issues. And there was no way she was going to stick around being his punching bag.

And who could forget his lovely twin sister, the wicked witch of the East? Give her a damn broomstick and she's ready to fly to the skies with her army of flying monkeys!

So, for her own safety, not to mention sanity. She needed to get out of this place. Fast!

But where could she go? What could she do? She pondered the questions of reality. She couldn't even speak at the moment. Heck, she didn't even know where she was.

How would she get home? She could be in Kansas for all she knew. She thought bitterly, feeling like Dorothy from the "Wizard of Oz" with every second that passed by. Where was her "yellow brick road"?

She hasn't left this room since she woke up. Oh, correction, she went to the bathroom, but it was still connected to the bedroom in the form of an en-suite so she didn't know whether that counted or not.

"Miss Sefi, I've brought you some more porridge," Tracy walked in holding a small tray in her hands. On the centre of the tray was a delicate little fine bone china bowl.

Porridge again?! Sefi's thoughts were pulled back to reality and she began to pout unhappily.

When were these people going to realise that there was nothing wrong with her teeth! It wasn't like she had just had a tooth extraction. Why did they keep insist on giving her porridge?! She fumed. Why couldn't she have a burger? That was what she really needed, a big fat, juicy burger!

Tracy smiled indifferently, "I also put some spring onions in it, I know that's how you prefer it."

Spring onions? Sefi instantly made a face. Yuck. She hated spring onions. All types of onions, whether it was Spring onions or red onions or white onions and garlic were ranked joint number one among her least favourite list of foods.

Tracy looked at her face of rejection in confusion: "Don't you want it?"

Sefi shook her head like a rattle.

"No spring onions?" Tracy asked.

Sefi nodded in agreement. No, please don't add the dreadful stuff.

"Then shall I get you a different bowl?" Tracy asked.

Sefi responded with a cheerful smile.

Retreating out of the room, Tracy was still a little dumbfounded. She couldn't understand why did Miss Sefi suddenly refused to eat spring onions when she used to deliberately pick out the spring onions in every dish to eat because the young master didn't like spring onions himself. Therefore, Miss Sefi would make sure she got rid of all the spring onions before the young Master got annoyed.

"Has she finished?" A soothing male voice sounded.

The young maid almost jumped out of her skin. Tracy had been too busy deep in thought that she didn't even see the young Master approaching. "Not yet, Master."

Seeing the bowl still full, Nathan asked, "she didn't want to eat?"

Tracy shook her head and responded diligently, "no Master. Miss Sefi wanted one without spring onions."

Nathan raised his eyebrows slightly, and his beautiful eyes cast a deep and unpredictable look at the closed door, "that's fine, you may go now."

Tracy bowed her head before quickly rushing off, half praying that she didn't say the wrong thing while the other half of her hoped that she didn't say too much.

That was the problem when you're a maid in a big posh household. She had to learn and adapt quickly. What things to say, what things not to say and what things you cannot ever say.

If she wanted to survive in this place she had to be seen and not heard, to be the Master and the Miss's eyes and ears. One foot wrong then she was out of here. No more prestigious job title, or the overly generous salary. Her parents who lived in the outskirts of town still depended on her financially and she still had a younger brother who was attending middle school to support. She needed this job.