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Chapter 2 |
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5
Right
after they had all arrived back home Lilly went upstairs into her room. Sophia
and Kelly had started to talk about old times and the men discussed commercial
things. Because she didn't feel able to follow them in any of these topics,
she decided to look for a quiet place all for herself. Ted had given her a
canary the week before and in moments like those, when she felt such misplaced
the bird turned out to be a good companion. Not that the others tried to avoid
or exclude her – sometimes she just thought if it would be better to have her
own home with Ted alone. Leaving all this trouble with Rafe behind her and
concentrating on their marriage. No mother, no father in the house or as close
neighbors – just the two alone.
Lilly
heard steps on the floor.
"Please
God, don't let it be Sophia or Kelly. I don't like to give explanations,
now." She thought by herself.
The
door opened and Ted entered.
"Hey,
what's up? The family is wondering where you are. Dad and Kelly are discussing
how the perfect "Capwell-son-in-law"
has to be like. And Connor is just sitting there, making faces with Mum. The
two......"
Ted
noticed that Lilly didn't seem to be much interested in the story. He came up
to her to the window, where she stood close to the birdcage feeding "Birdy"
with grains.
"Did
I say something wrong?"
"That's
Ted!" she thought. "Always blaming himself directly. Never thinking that the
problem could be me. Cute of him, but ....."
Ted
asked himself what Lilly's reasons for being so quiet could be. She had been
absent with her thoughts all evening long and so he tried to reach her from
another side. Putting his arms around her waist and putting his head on her
shoulders seemed to be a good idea.
"I
had so much fun tonight. Actually the whole day. But it seems that you didn't
like it at all."
Lilly
had enough and turned around, slipping under Ted's arms away. She had to say
it. Right now. Although it wasn't the perfect moment, because Ted had spent "such a marvelous day". It had to be outspoken.
"Ted!"
She wasn't sure how to start.
"Perhaps
I should shout the truth right into his face" she thought.
"I'd
like to move out of this house."
There
it was – the words almost standing between them.
Ted's
face showed how surprised he was and that he couldn't follow.
"I
would like to move – together..... all alone with you into a new apartment. To
be able to keep a certain distance from the family."
"I
thought you would be happy here with my family. Now that Mum is back again and
everything became relaxed and peaceful" Ted said exited.
"But
I am not, Ted. I am not."
Lilly
crossed the room and walked towards her bed. Ted followed her and both sat down.
Lilly was not able to go on talking while sitting close to him, so she made
sure, that there would be some space between them. But soon she noticed, that
Ted had no intention to move closer. He was shocked by her words. Lilly knew,
that she would have to go on now.
"Sure.
I feel fine with your family. I love them. But that doesn't mean, that I like
to have them around me all the time."
Courage
came up in her and so she turned to Ted and looked in his face.
"I
don't have to remember you what kind of troubled times we had in the last
weeks, do I?"
"You
mean the story with Rafe?" Ted supposed. Lilly couldn't mean anything else.
Lilly's
courage diminished again. She felt like getting up and walking and so she did.
"Yes!
At the very beginning I didn't feel sure at all if I had made the right
decision. And when I finally became and we both trusted and loved eachother I
had no chance to enjoy this time. I wanted to be with you. Just with you. Wanted
to get used of my ... our new life. Wanted to built up our life. But everytime I
had made plans for us both, a family member came with a brilliant, much better
plan. And every second day this question about a grandchild."
"Right
O! That's it!" Ted thought.
He
stood up and took her in his arms again.
"Lilly.
If they ask you about a grandchild, they want to play jokes on me. Our family is
fulfilled with the intention of building an American Dynasty. And of course they
like me to deliver the next baby."
"Deliver?"
Lilly
was upset about Ted's expression.
"O
come on. You know I didn't mean it that way" Ted tried to defend himself. "It's no secret that they like to have another baby – and it's also no
secret, that I like to have it with you." Carefully he came closer. "But
just, when we are both sure that the time is right. When we both want it."
Lilly
started crying.
"Try
not to listen to them – ignore them when they start again. Connor is going
through the son-in-law-story himself right now downstairs."
Ted
had no success. Lilly couldn't stop crying, shaking her head and pressing her
body closer to him. But then she looked up.
"Ted.
I ..... we need this distance from your family to start a life on our own.
Let's move into a cozy little apartment where we can discover ourselves."
Ted
was amused by her words.
"I
thought we have done this already. Shouldn't people do this before they
marry?"
"It
doesn't have to be at the other end of this world. Perhaps at the other end of
the town ...... and we will come to see them every Sunday for a coffee or so."
Ted
started laughing and Lilly couldn't avoid joining him.
"We
will build a little world just for us and from time to time we'll take the
shuttle to visit the other planet with its extraterristics."
"Now
you got me!" Lilly answered happily.
"Well,
Dad won't be glad about that. You know, he likes to keep his family always
close around him. Close enough to control them."
"Ted.
Noone has to control us." Lilly corrected him. "I know we are clever enough
to make it on our own.."
"OK!
If it makes you happy, I will talk to Dad tomorrow morning. But now ..... would
you like to join us downstairs. I know Connor would be delighted to know you on
his side."
When Lilly agreed, Ted kissed her softly on her nose and they went down to see the others.
6
In
the early hours of the next morning the bus reached Santa Barbara.
Cilia
had to wait for night bus, because she had barely missed the evening service.
When she could take her seat at 5 am she got no chance to find some sleep. Her
neighbor had been asleep already and showed it with a loud, enoying noise.
"OK!"
she said. "My chance to read it allover again. Perhaps I will need it."
Again
she pulled the big envelope out of her bag. When she turned the page with her
travel instructions she looked at CC Capwell's photo and a short biography. She
read it patiently to make sure, that she had kept most of the information in
mind. On the next pages photos and biographies of the complete Capwell family
and their confidantes and friend were located. She had a short look on these
pages, too before she turned them back and looked at Sophia's photo
intensively.
"It
seems, that you didn't change at all" she said quietly to herself, but loud
enough to make her seat-neighbor to twirl and to clear his throat.
When
the bus had reached the final station everything worked out fine. She took a cab
and told the driver the destination : the Capwell residence. A few minutes later
she had a wonderful view of a landscape, she had only always dreamt of. Palms,
magnificent flowers, splendid houses with their own swimmigpool in the garden.
Except of the plans she had seen this shine already at the Armonti residence in
Italy. But the trees were part of this special Californian flair or however you
would like to call it.
Suddenly
she got a wistful feeling. Was it right decision to leave Italy?
After all, she had an almost perfect life there. The Count Armonti was
dead for many years and his widow Sophia had left the country. The children had
moved to bigger towns to be closer to the social and commercial life. So it
became more and more quiet in the halls of the big house and one day the
administrators decided to reduce the staff drastically, before they dissolved it
almost completely. Cilia had been one of only a few people that were allowed to
remain there. But when she found the letter, where a rich German industrial made
his purchase offer, she knew that her days in the
Armonti residence were finally counted. If she wouldn't have known
about this letter, she probably would have never agreed to this adventure later
on. But it was too late. She had
made her decision.
The
cab bent into a narrow way and a short time after a security station in front of
a gigantic gate came to see. Two uniformed men were there as security guards and
Cilia remembered that she had seen some guys like these in American police
movies before. One of them approached the car. He carried a radio set and on his
belt a holster with a gun. Cilia didn't feel comfortable at all.
"And
now he will ask me something. What I want or so." she thought. "And if he
will get any doubts about my answer, he will pull this gun directly" Cilia
starred at the gun "and will tell
me to vanish immediately. Or he will call the police and they will arrest me."
Cilia wished to be somewhere else.
"Hello,
Miss."
Right
now he didn't sound like one of these TV-guys at all.
"Is
someone expecting you?"
OK!
Now it was her turn. Should she really tell him this story about Rosa's friend
at the east coast? Cilia decided to start slowly.
"I'd
like to see Rosa Andrade."
The
security officer was surprised to hear that she was asking for the housekeeper
and not for a Capwell.
"And
Rosa knows that you are coming?"
Next
step. Now the story about the old friend?
"I
have been told to ask for her. I'm looking for a job."
Cilia
didn't mention the "east-coast-friend". She had no good feeling doing
this. But how long would she be able to avoid it? With a surprise she heard that
the man seemed to know what she was talking about.
"You
are here for the job as a maid. Why
didn't you say so?"
"What
is he talking about" Cilia thought by herself. She was totally confused but
recognized that he had just given her free way to the Capwell house. Shyly she
twitched with her shoulders and smiled.
Casually
she went with her fingers through
her dark, curled hair and saw that the man leant against the car. Somehow she
had managed to get his full attention.
"I
hope you will get this job" A certain kind of offer was conspicuous. "We
could need someone like you here."
Without
taking an eye off her he told his partner to open to gate.
"Hope
we'll see again, Miss"
Two
fingers tipped on his cap and saluted her.
"At
least when I pass the gate again. Whenever this will be."
She
couldn't believe what she had just said. This was not the time for playing
games. But finally she got what she wanted. The cab drove on, along the long
driveway to the Capwell main-house.
And
there it was. The Capwell house. The huge door looked more repulsively than
inviting to her. What, if someone would come through this door now, right
towards? What should she say? Slowly the cab driver passed by the door.
"Excuse
me. I'd like to get out here." Cilia shouted.
"Miss,
as far as I heard are you looking for a job in this house and also as far as I
know is the servant-entrance at the back of the house. Believe me, I dropped of
a lot of girls there – and I took the most of them with me again. Can't
remember that I ever saw them again" The driver smiled sarcastically.
Then
he stopped the car.
"That's
$15.20, Miss. Expensive for an attempt."
Cilia
ignored his last remark. But she remembered another saying from the TV.
"You don't have to wait.......and keep the change!" she said and gave him $20 Dollar. A bit nervous she waited if he would answer something, but then she heard the wheels in the gravel. She took a long breath, turned the head from the left to the right and rang the bell.
7
Julia
stood in front of the mirror and stuck out her tongue.
"I
hate you, when you look like this!" she grumbled.
Then
she took her make-up from the little bag next to the mirror and tried to get rid
of the dark lines below her eyes.
"Just
a bit more and you are suitable for
the world again."
Julia
had another critical look on herself and was finally OK with the result. Two soft slaps with the flat hand right
in her face and she also had rosy cheeks again. At last a cheering-up smile and
then she went back to the breakfast table, where Mason and Samantha were waiting
for her. She opened the door to the kitchen and could see how Samantha just ran
out to play on the terrace. Mason was still sitting at the table, making himself
another bread with jam. Julia took a seat and just tried to continue with her
breakfast when she heard Mason saying:
"Well,
could we make up some space for a second breakfast?"
Mason
could be so rude and Julia remembered how long it took to finish the make-up.
And
she was much too proud to agree with him and so she gave him an ironically look
and bit into her chocolate-croissant. But the bit got stuck in he throat –
this thing didn't taste at all like a French breakfast institution. Mason
could recognize her arising reluctance.
"Don't
you like the taste of croissants this morning, Darling?" he asked and had
another tasty bit into his bread.
His
mouth still full he couldn't stop to go on.
"I
can remember very well – because it only happened a few hours ago – that you
said you couldn't live without these tasty, fresh, little croissants and made
me to get dressed to get you some at 1:30 am in the middle of the night."
Again he had a big bit of his bread.
"Eat
your bread!" Julia shouted. "You are so nice quiet then."
Mason
was obviously very amused about Julia's fury and he had to admit that he liked
it to get her that far from time to
time. It happened to give their relationship this special "kick".
"It
seems to me that your "moods" are starting earlier this pregnancy as at the
time you were expecting Samantha" he mentioned.
"I
didn't know that you can put yourself so
well into the moods of pregnant women, Mason. Did you get these
experiences with one of your last pregnancies?"
Julia
looked so cute when she got mad with him. But Mason had learned when to finish
and so he didn't continue this conversation.
"You're
having an appointment with Dr. Elander today, haven't you?"
Dr.
Elander was gynecologist, new in town and had opened his practice recently.
Julia had been recommended by a friend and was delighted by his way of showing
interest and understanding for her right from the start.
She
noticed Mason's intention to change to subject in their conversation and
accepted it hesitantly.
"I
don't know yet if I will be able to make it."
"Could
you please tell me what that means and what for heaven's sake seems to be
more important to you than the precaution of our baby?"
Julia
didn't like if, when Mason tried to give her any advice for her pregnancy and
how to handle it. But after all he was the father of the baby and she was happy
that he cared more this time than he did when she carried out Samantha. Should
she really tell him about the appointment with a client and to take the risk to
wake up his father-instincts? He wasn't happy about her decision to go on
working at all. For many days they have had discussions about this topic which
ended that way, that one of them took a long walk on the beach.
"Julia!"
Masons
tone became forceful.
"Darling.
You know I would never do a thing that could harm our baby. It was too much work
to make it. But ........"
She
knew that she was on her direct way into a lion's cage.
"But
there's also another life I have to live. And as long as the little one
doesn't need all my strength and attention I'd like to think of myself,
too."
Mason
got suspicious and his face did
show it clearly.
"If
you would talk about shopping or sport now I could really understand. But you
are talking about some unimportant case that ......"
"This
case is not that unimportant!" Julia burst out.
Mason
saw himself confirmed.
"I
knew it!"
Really
mad he threw his napkin on his plate. Again this unpleasant topic. It almost seemed to him that she didn't
trust him to take care of his family alone.
Mason
walked around the table and looked out of the window. He could see Samantha
playing with her favorite doll in the garden. He loved Samantha so much and he
could never stand it, if something would happen to her, because he couldn't
take care of the situation.
Julia
felt sorry that she had started to talk about the case. She also placed her
napkin on her plate – she was not hungry anymore anyway – and turned around
to Mason, trying to make as much
noise as possible to get his attention and his understanding. But Mason ignored
her completely and starred through the window.
"OK!"
Julia said.
She
stood up and placed herself right behind him. Although he could feel her breath
in his neck he didn't show her that he had noticed her. Julia made another
step and embraced him, leaning her head on his back. She hoped that it would be
Mason's turn now and that he would talk to her. But she also hoped that he
wouldn't turn around to harsh, because she would be pushed against the chair
that stood only a few inches behind her. To get backaches just because of this
stupid matter – no, she didn't want that.
There
was still no reaction from Mason, so Julia tried to use the diplomatic way.
"My
mother carried a whole sack of potatoes into the basement shortly before my
birth."
She
had success. Mason turned around and Julia tried to keep the contact with him.
Skeptically he looked at her.
"I
never carried a full sack of potatoes into the basement myself, because we do
know something so called "delivery-service" in the United States. And for
another Dollar they would even dig a hole to carry it lower."
Now
one lawyer talked against the other. If this had started once, it could take
hours to the first result. Besides Julia would bring in some attractions, that
could wake the human being in the lawyer Mason Capwell. So first of all : her
look into his eyes – wide open eyes looking at him from below. Next thing :
the mouth – she pressed her lips sulky on each other and leant her head to the
side. Most important thing : don't say a word!
"I
know what you are planing" Mason told her. "But it won't help you!"
He
got free of her and turned to the table. There he laid one hand on the table and
pressed the other in his hips. Julia kept her look and more and more he got
uncertain. Almost afraid he turned around to her a few times.
"You
don't have to look at me this way. I won't change my mind. A pregnant woman
belongs into the house and not into a lawyer-chancellery."
Mason
had to look away from time to time not to start to stutter. An unambiguous sign
for Julia that he couldn't stand this much longer.
"You
can stop this, really. You're looking like Samantha when I tell her that it is
time for bed and she doesn't like to go."
Julia
kept on just standing there looking at him without saying a word.
"That's
typically! The mother behaves like the daughter" he protested.
He
had to leave the room now to avoid that he falls for her female attractions. He
wanted to keep a little rest of pride. And he wanted to have the final word –
giving her no chance to answer.
"If
this child" he started and pointed at Julia's tummy, "becomes a girl, too
and starts to behave like her mother, then I won't have any chance to point
out my opinion in this – my house ever!"
He
said and vanished.
Julia
threw her head in the neck.
"Silence is the best weapon" she said to herself.
8
Ted
and CC's discussion was loud enough to hear it through the closed door of the
study.
"Dad"
Ted tried to justify himself "I came to talk you about this matter, but if you
are not able to talk this through quietly and do react aggressive like this
again I'm sorry to tell you, that I came here to inform you about our decision
and not to ask you for your permission."
Ted
was really surprised that this kind of statement came over his lips. Sure, he
has had a lot of conversations like this with his father. And he wouldn't be
CC Capwell if the conversation would not be able to turn the other way round
within a heartbeat. Ted could notice that with Sophia's return into the family
his father became more balanced and so it was Ted's wish that Sophia should
have been present while they talked. Unfortunately
she had an appointment in town and so Ted had to fight this battle alone. As far
as he could judge the situation the fight was tie.
"And
could you please tell me the reason for your sudden decision!"
CC's
voice sounded rude and aggressive . Till breakfast the world had been a
beautiful place. Then Ted had asked for this conversation. If he would have had
know what it was all about, he would have told him that he was too busy.
Ted
tried to calm the atmosphere down.
"Well,
it's no special reason......"
"If
there is no special reason I don't see any sense in this intention or the
whole discussion."
The
discussion was over for CC. He went to his desk, opened his file and started to
put some documents in. This was the sign for Ted that he could leave. But this
time he didn't want to go. And this time he didn't want to loose.
"Even
if the reason is not special or important enough for you – it's special and
important enough for Lilly and me. And we will go to an agency today and we will
tell them to find us a home."
Ted
had to notice that his father tried to punish him by ignoring him. He got closer
to CC's desk and placed himself right in front of CC.
"Dad.
I really don't wanna fight with you. But I am married and I have a
responsibility for my wife and for our life together.
CC
looked up to him.
I
knew that this stupid thought wasn't your idea. Lilly wants to go and she told you to come here to tell
me."
He
smiled ironically and concentrated
on his documents again.
"Oh
boy! I thought this girl would have more self-confidence."
Ted
was not willing to ignore this comment. His father had offended his wife and he
had to choose a side now. Blankly, but with a solid voice he told CC:
"My
wife's wishes are also mine. Just like Mum's are yours. We have a family on
our own now, Dad."
CC
looked up and their eyes met.
"I
don't think that I have to explain to you what it means to a man to fight for
his family. You even take the risk to get new enemies. Sometimes you regret that
it has come that far, sometimes you don't care. But you always hold on your
decisions."
Ted's
words made CC speechless. His son had become a man. A man that was able to be
head of his own family. From now on he would have to see someone completely
different than just his son. He would never admit, but Ted's speech had
impressed him and was very proud.
"We
expect to be able to move early next week." Ted said quietly before he walked
to the door. "I hope you will respect my decision – even if you can't
understand it."
Ted
opened the door, left the study and closed the door behind him. Had he really
won against his father, the great CC Capwell? It seemed so. He only wished that
it wouldn't have ended that way.
While
standing in the hall he could here a loud talk from the rear of the house. The
first voice he recognized was Rosa's. But he didn't know the other voice,
which was a younger voice. The maid
had left some days ago and he knew the voices of the rest of the staff quiet
well. Ted got curious. It also couldn't be Santana. She had left to New York
after her separation from CC and worked as a successful architect. And Ted would
have recognized her.
Curiously
he opened the kitchen door. Rosa was at the other end of the kitchen near the
servant-entrance, standing with her back towards Ted. She had a hectic
conversation with a young woman opposite her. Rosa, the "quiet angel of the
Capwell mansion" got really fury and showed her the way out.
The young woman had problems to stand Rosa's aggressions.
"Lady.
You had your chance and you have failed. You have tried to creep in here and I
discovered your intention. And now you take all your thinks and you leave
immediately!"
Ted
hadn't seen Rosa like this for quiet a while and now he was impressed.
The
young woman still tried to justify herself as Ted noticed.
"I
will do so, but ......."
Rosa
didn't let her finish the sentence.
"Then
go! Just go!"
She
passed her by and opened the door. Ted had the first chance to see all of the
woman. She didn't seem like a tricky invader to him. Her dark, curled hair
fell into her face and nervously she tried to hold them back behind her ears.
Her shining eyes were slightly filled with tears and all the pressure Rosa put
on her was shown in her face. She also didn't look like a tramp as well –
not much older than 20 and her clothes was neat. Knee-tall shorts, T-shirt and a
light summer blouse over it. Yes. She looked like the typical "America
tourist". The bag next to her fitted perfectly into that picture.
"Can
I be of any help, Rosa?"
Ted
had to interfere, because he was eager to get to know more about this woman.
Something about her was fascinating.
Rosa
noticed Ted and moved towards him. She folded her hands in front of her tummy
just like she always did.
"Thank
you, Ted. She was just leaving."
Rosa
turned around again and looked at her intensively. Cilia took the chance to
finish her sentence finally.
"I
would really like to, Mr. ........"
"Capwell.
Ted Capwell" he answered.
Cilia
was happy that Ted seemed to be more peaceful than Rosa was.
"Mr.
Capwell. I've been so dumm to let my cab go and now I would have to call for
another one. May I use your phone, please. I will pay for it."
Cilia
looked for money in her bag, but Ted gave her a sign to stop to search. There
was something confidently in her and if there wouldn't be Lilly in Ted's
life, he would love to get to know her better.
"But
of course. Please, come this way."
Rosa
wanted to object against Ted's invitation. After all she had just caught her
creeping into the house by telling that an agency would have sent her. When Rosa
had asked for the recommendation-letter she got uncertain and had to admit that
she had none and that she had never heard about the job agency. But Rosa would
never question the decision of a family member and so she had to remain silent.
Ted
showed Cilia the way to the door, which lead them to the entrance hall and the
telephone. Rosa was eager to ask Ted why she wouldn't use to extension in the
kitchen, but she kept silent here, too. Ted seemed to be interested in her and
that was something Rosa didn't like at all.
A
triumphant expression in her eyes Cilia took her bag and walked with Ted through
the door – passing by a now very quiet Rosa. Visibly impressed by the huge
hall Cilia mumbled "Madonna!" ,which Ted heard.
"What
did you say?" he asked.
Cilia
was not sure what to answer. Perhaps it was a good idea to tell the truth and so
she started to explain.
"Madonna.
I said Madonna. That might be the Italian version of "Wow!" " Cilia tried
to bring in her American TV accent.
Ted
had to smile. He couldn't understand that Rosa behaviors were that rude. She
was a nice girl and person to talk to.
"Italy?
Are you coming from Italy?"
"Yes.
From a little place close to Milan."
"What
a coincidence. My mother had lived there for a few years and we are still in
contact with people in Positano and go there on vacation. Unfortunately not very
often in the last months" Ted explained.
"Yes.
Italy has beautiful areas there. Places, where you can find peace and silence"
Cilia agreed.
Ted
enjoyed the chat and had no intention to pick up the phone to call a cab.
"And
what brought you to Santa Barbara? Or are you just passing by?" He pointed on
Cilia's bag.
She
had no chance to avoid an excuse. But this time she should be a bit more careful
with her expression.
"I
believe that every human being has once the ambition to seek for something new.
To start a new life and to cut the roots."
Without
knowing she had hit Ted's sore
point.
"I
have seen so many pictures of Santa Barbara, have heard so many stories about it
– I had to come here."
Up
to that point everything she said was true.
"One
day I simply took the train to Rome, bought a ticket to Los Angeles and from Los
Angeles the bus to Santa Barbara – and here I am!"
Cilia
opened her arms wide as if she would have conquered something.
And
it was still the truth. But it was time to enter the world of fantasy and
illusion again.
"Just
arrived here, I started to look for a job. The people in town told me that the
Capwell house was looking for a new maid and so I took a cab and when the
security officer assumed that I'd been send by an agency I didn't say no. I
wanted to be first for the job. Otherwise he would have never let me in." She
smiled and Ted did, too. "This Lady in the kitchen discovered my lie very
quickly and just showed me the door directly when you came in. She even didn't
let me finish my explanation."
"That's
Rosa. If she smells any kind of danger for house or family, she fights like a
lion."
Both
started to laugh and noticed their
spontaneous familiarity. Cilia lowered ashamed her head.
"Well,
perhaps I should have been honest right from the start" Cilia mentioned.
Expectantly
she looked at Ted, who seemed to
drown in her eyes. Embarrassing touched she looked away.
"Maybe
we can organize something after all. After all, nobody applied for the job
within the last few minutes and why shouldn't I act as the son of the house
and simply give the job to you?"
Cilia
couldn't believe what she just had heard. This was the ticket for the Capwell
house and she would only have to enter. No mistake, yet! Modesty was required.
"I
don't want to cause any trouble" she pointed out.
"Don't
worry. Rosa will get used to you. And you will to her. Actually she is very
nice."
Ted
took her bag was on the way to the
kitchen when they heard the big entrance door closing. Something was thrown on
the table and Ted already knew who it was, took Cilia's hand and showed her to
follow him.
"Wait.
Let me get the permission of the Lady of the house."
They
walked towards the steps, which came closer and closer.
"Mum,
let me introduce our new maid, which I have just hired."
Coming from behind the big column Sophia Capwell Armonti appeared to face a young woman, who awakened a sudden and strange feeling of familiarity in her.