The Real Queen

Finally, the evening bell was rung.

With great enthusiasm, I seek to find the bottom of whatever in the shady deals is going on.

I collect my tray of food and scan the dining room to find my partners.

It didn't take long because they were seated at the same place where I first found them.

I approached them, said our hellos and waited for the prayers to be said.

Not long after we started eating and gisting. Everyone seems to be in a lighter mood and I felt it was the right time to hit the nail on the head.

"Gloria, would you mind if I asked a question?" I said slowly, trying not to seem suspicious and poking my fork into the chicken.

One of the reasons why I seem to love this place was that, it served good food even if we work like some slaves and the accomodations was top notch and let's not leave out the pay.

"Huh...sure yes" Gloria replied with a smile on her face. 

"Well, I don't know if I'm just imagining or something but why do maids keep whispering each time I am going to serve the master?"

Gloria smile slowly fades and she lowers her head trying to whisper so we wouldn't be heard.

"Umm...I think it's because the master is..well, the master. So far, the master changes maid like clothing and the maids are just talking about if you would last"

"I would last as how?"

"Most of the maids are either fired or punished after serving the master, because the master is a very strict and cruel person. One mistake and you're out. You breathe too heavily, you're out"

Gloria paused then continued after trying to catch her breath.

"Everyday there's a swam of new maids coming in, why?... Because no one is perfect enough to meet the "master's taste". I'm sure you've noticed the change in receptionist...but something bothers me"

"What might that be?" I asked.

"How you survived two servings?" Gloria said expressing her excitement.

"Ohh.. that's..that's no big deal. I just did my best and kept my head down the whole time" I said, I wasn't quite sure but that must explain it.

"Really.... that's so cool. What if....?"

Gloria's voice trails off.

"What if what?"

She lowers her head and whispers for only our table to hear.

"What If he fell in love at first sight" Gloria giggled.

At that moment, I didn't know why.

But the sudden urge to laugh my head off was evident and I did.

Why?

Because it's totally impossible.

Even if it were, I don't believe it.

There's really nothing in me to like plus I'm black he's white,  I'm the maid and he's the boss.

Gloria is funny.

"Why are you laughing?" Gloria asked, worried.

"Because I totally doubt it" I said after taking a sip of water.

The whole table stared at me wide eyed like I was a crazy fellow.

I'm not actually surprised what's even crazier is the joke Gloria shared.

"But...." I wanted to say some of my observations but then I hesitated.

" nevermind" I added.

"Awwww" The whole table groaned.

They seem to like juicy stories and perhaps my company.

"But why do they keep saying good?"

I thought out loud. "Even madame Marie said good"

"Perhaps they were impressed..." Jane said.

"Impressed by me coming back in one piece...?"

" How do you know that word?"

Gloria asked and it seemed the whole table too was asking.

"Madame Marie said it and one other maid...and ohh the receptionist too"

They all looked at each other.

I wonder why.

I was about to press further when someone's voice sounded through the dining room speaker.

"The Queen is back, I repeat the queen is back" the voice sounded distressed.

The next thing I knew, the whole room was in turmoil and then Gloria grabbed me and the others grabbed themselves.

"Wha..what is going on?" I asked scared.

"The real queen is back..."

"Madame Marie?"

"No.... the owner of this castle" Barley shouted.

We could hardly hear each other as the other maids were panicking.

They all seem to be running to the same place.

We all gathered immediately at the ground floor and madame Marie was there to address us.

She began to pick some maids, her eyes landed on Gloria and she followed the other picked maids.

Then I was just about to heave a sigh of relief when she pointed at me and yeah you guessed right.

She picked me.

The sunny part is that I get to go with Gloria, at least one familiar face is enough.

I immediately followed Gloria so I  could ask questions and get a whip of what was coming.

Omoh the adrenaline rush was top notch.

Thank God for that.

(Omoh - as in, infact, can also serve as exclamatory remark)

" We will line up , 20 on the left and 20 on the right. It's best you stick with me, it's better that way. Once she reaches the first maid at the front, you bow and say 'Welcome Mrs Hunter'. Just try to calm and don't breathe too much and ensure you look neat. Straighten your dress and clean your shoes" Gloria instructed while we walked.

This time it was John leading us and we were not passing the backdoor, instead we passed the side of the house which seemed like eternity before we got to the front porch. 

When all the maids got there, there were already 4 huge bouncers.

When I mean huge, let me explain... 

It's like the length of an eraser to a pencil.. I'll definitely disappear if any of them hugged me.

We all got to position and slightly bowed her heads with our hands together in a loop resting on our pelvic middle. I managed to stand with Gloria.

I'm glad.

Then the next thing I heard was a trumpet.... trumpet??

I was curious but I didn't dare raise my head buuuuttttt.... that didn't stop me from using side eyes...hehehe

Through the corner of my eyes, I saw a huge parade coming to the entrance of the cast..I mean house.

4 beautiful and luxurious cars harboured in them well equipped military men and they all came down.

Then next was the limousine...

This is my first time seeing such beauty. 

My mouth stayed in bewilderment.

It was until I felt a tap from Gloria did I close it.

She too was side eyeing...

The limousine stopped sideways exactly at the entrance where all the maids stood. It was as if a god wanted to come down and we were its worshippers.

The other two cars that followed the limousine behind also stopped.

There came out some bulky men who stayed at the back of the car and didn't move only in attention.

Madame Marie walked with grace towards the limousine and I realized that she had actually changed her outfit. She also stood exactly like us except her head wasn't low but high.

One of the bulky men opened the limousine door and the most fairest woman I've ever laid my eyes on came out from it.

Her skin was so white that I feared she was the color white itself. With her luscious red lips and her beautifully created face and body, One of the man held her hands and slowly walked her out of the car.

Madame Marie then bowed, smiling abruptly. The woman did not smile back but slightly her lips curled, but only slightly then it was back to the high necked proud woman.

Her beautiful cream satin calf-length skirt hugging her wonderful hourglass shape perfectly, her yellow floral print shirt showing off her endowed front and slightly exposing her cleavage. Her shoes in gold and sparkly little diamonds were tied around her legs as a ribbon and they were only in two strands exposing her overly white feet.

Her cream jacket hung around her shoulders, she didn't put her hands in it. One hand was occupied with the military man holding it and the other with a cute luxurious gold bag that hung around the joint at the middle of her hand, her hand was curled femininity like and it showed off her well manicured nails.

As she began to walk into the house, the bows from the maids deepen and then she passed in front of me and I breathe a sigh of relief.

But then...

"You....!" The queen exclaimed.