Chapter 8

He turned around a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

I had a very bad feeling about that smile.

"I guess you will find out cupcake!" was all he said before he left. Bastard!

the girls started doing............ i don't know! may be they were doing what they were suppose to do?

A girl came with a tray filled with food i had never seen in my entire life and placed it in front of me.

what the heck was it?

one plate was filled with few round things were piled up with some brown thing in between them. fruits surrounded them with what looked like a piece of butter on top. A cup filled whose top was foamy preventing me from looking the inside stuff.

"Is something wrong Mrs Black?"

my head snapped towards the maid who asked. but my concern wasn't her question but what she addressed me with.

Mrs Black?!

Why the hell does that sound so strongly magical.....ughhh get a hold of your emotions Enola.

My subconsciousness scolded me.

"Apologize but my name is Eno.....uhmmmm i mean Sandra. and i am not Mrs Black"

That was close actually. i almost slipped out of my mouth.

The girl maintained what they call professional look and said

"I am sorry but Mr Black had strictly instructed to address you as Mrs Black. Now may i know what if the pancake and coffee isn't to Mrs Black's liking should i change it?"

ignoring the Mrs Black shit i paid more attention to what she called the food in front of me.

Pancake and coffee?

what an odd name!

i just picked up the fork. Yes we do have fork and knifes in my era. where do you think i came from. stone age?

i started eating and to my surprise it was the best thing i have ever tasted in my entire life.

It was the perfect combo of savory and sweet!

while i was enjoying what the girl called Pancake my eyes fell on the foamy thing.

What did she call it?

Oh yes Coffee.

i took the cup and took a sip only to gag and almost spit it out. but didn't as it would be waste and unethical.

I forced myself and gulped it down ignoring the bitter taste

"Does Mrs Black hate coffee?" The same girl asked

"I sure do now!" i said and put what i officially call shot of bitterness down and continued on eating Pancake

After i was done i did what the girls told me. God ! they made sit on a chair for like 4 hours. some were swiping brushes filled with powders on my face while some were doing i don't have a clue about to my hairs.

finally their torture ended as they lead me to wear beautiful white dress

I don't know how to define it all i could say that it was beautiful and with all that puffiness and lace.

But the question is why am i being put into this?