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CHAPTER 5: The time has come.

** POV: ELIZABETH

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Finally, on Saturday, I woke up early and packed my suitcase with some toiletries and two items of clothing because, on Mrs. Megan's orders, I will have to stay and sleep at the mansion. There's no telling what time the party will end, so it'll be impossible to get home.

I said goodbye to my mother, made sure that Emma, my younger sister, had written down the time of her nightly medication and told her that I wouldn't be coming home today, explaining the reason quickly.

I arrived at work and there was a terrible rush, people coming and going, in short, the craziest thing and I get tired just watching it.

And so it went all day, around seven in the evening I took my shower and got ready, with my hair tied up in a bun, I did a light make-up and put on some nude lipstick, I put on my uniform which was very tight on my body, showing off my curves, and then I opened two buttons on my blouse which were suffocating me, leaving a bit of my cleavage showing, and finally I went to the party.

At around eight o'clock in the evening, the first guests arrived. There are a lot of snobbish people and some women, they look down on all the waiters at the party and me? They barely look me in the face.

And to tell you the truth, I don't give a damn about any of them, fuck them and let them choke on all that champagne. And that they get a stomach ache from eating so much.

Ms. Megan looks beautiful, in fact, she is beautiful! But Mr. Matthew looks spectacular, wearing a black blazer that must cost a year of my humble salary, and of course this makes him look much more charming, sensual and elegant.

With the help of some waiters, we start serving the guests. Some women look at us strangely, but I don't care, I'm doing my job honestly.

Some men look at me differently (I confess I like these looks, as I've always liked to attract attention), but there are some dirty old men who practically shove their faces into my small cleavage and that bothers me a bit.

Ahead is Mr. Matthew and a few other gentlemen, and I approach to serve them.

"Good evening, are you served, gentlemen?" I say, pointing to the tray with some drinks on it.

Mr. Matthew kept looking at me, but I couldn't decipher the look in his eyes and would love to know what was going on in his head.

Until one of the men next to him looked me up and down.

"Only if you come and have a drink with me." Said the inconvenient man, devouring me with his eyes and I was embarrassed.

I gave him a discreet smile and replied politely. "No sir, I'm working!"

"That's a shame, because I'd enjoy every sip of the drink with you," he said as he picked up a glass of booze and smoothed my hand under the tray, and I wanted to throw those drinks in his face over his head.

Mr. Matthew gave a slight scratch in his throat and looked at me, "Well, Elizabeth, I think you can leave now," he swallowed his drink in one gulp and looked around. "I think everyone here is served." Said Mr. Matthew with an angry face and picking up another glass of drink.

"Yes, sir, excuse me." I said seriously and left quickly.

I finished serving some guests and went to the kitchen to get something to eat, as I was starving... I sat down on the kitchen bench, leaning on the counter and began to eat...

A very pretty girl, who looks about twenty-three, comes in, so I swallow quickly and look at her.

"Do you need anything, miss?" I ask, looking at her seriously, and she seems bored.

"No," she rolls her eyes, "I just need to get out of this ridiculous party that's full of fake people." She says, leaning against the kitchen counter and crossing her arms.

I'd like to say the same, but I can't, so I try to get around it. "But that's just it, miss." I said the first thing that came into my head, I can't talk badly about the party and my bosses' guests.

"You don't have to call me miss, call me you, it's strange to see someone almost my age treating me so formally."

"I'm sorry, but you're a guest and I have to treat you with respect."

She then laughs ironically and looks at me... "Not at all, I'm Matthew's idiot sister and Megan's fake sister-in-law." She says, rolling her eyes and smiling wryly.

"Wow, that's great, my boss's sister, I prefer to keep calling you Miss." I said with a shy smile.

"Good for who? It's no good having Megan as a sister-in-law and Matt as a brother." She laughed and looked at me: "What's your name?"

"Elizabeth, what's yours?"

"I'm Madelyn, nice to meet you! You look so young to be working on a Saturday night."

"I have no choice, because unfortunately I have to work! But I'd really rather be in a nightclub with my friends."

  • Then I'd give anything to be away from here too. We smiled: "I like you, you seem nice! We could arrange a night out with your friends, because when I come to this city I end up not going out and being alone." She said with a very genuine smile.

"Sure, maybe on a day when I'm off." We smiled. "Well, now I have to get back to work, it was nice meeting you." I said, picking up the tray and heading towards the ballroom.

I went back to serving the guests and, around half past eleven, some of them started to leave.

(...)

More than half the guests have already left, after all, the party is very boring and tedious. The decorations are perfect, the buffet is incredible, but the party itself is very boring. I confess that I'm already very tired and can't wait for the party to end. The hosts look more like they're at a wake than a five-year wedding anniversary. Mr. Matthew doesn't even make a point of pretending he's okay with it all, because his unfriendly face gives him away.

****POV: MATTHEW

Elizabeth, there she is, today more beautiful than before and her uniform clinging to her body, marking her curves, it's crazy, or rather, it's driving me crazy. I was very annoyed when she started to attract the attention of some of the guests. After all, it was impossible not to notice that body and that smile.

I promised myself that today I would put a stop to it and have her in my arms, or rather, in my bed. I've prepared everything and now I'm going to put it into practice.

It's almost the end of this ridiculous reception, the guests have almost all left, and those who remain are more concerned with their own egos than with the staff area. Then it's my moment, I grab a glass of wine, open my blazer and head for the kitchen door to wait for her to pass, the glass in my hands is full and will spill easily.

I stand there for long minutes waiting for her to pass me and, already impatient with all the delay, I think about giving up, because I know it's not right and even less ethical what I'm about to do..., but then I see her approaching and, finally, all the feelings of remorse I might have had disappear along with the wine, and I throw myself in front of her. All the liquid in the glass spills over me and some of the canapés on the tray fall to the floor.

"Forgive me, sir, for God's sake!" said Elizabeth, her voice shaking and very nervous.

"Look what you've done, Elizabeth, you've stained my blazer and my shirt." I said, pretending to be very angry.

The fear and despair on her beautiful face made me feel sorry for her and all her nervousness, but something stronger than me made me want to go ahead with the plan, because I knew it would be worth it for both of us.

"Sir, I don't know how this happened. Forgive me!" She said, bending down to pick up everything she had dropped and put it back on the tray.

"And now, how am I going to get back to the party all dirty like this?" I asked, looking at her seriously.

"Come with me," she stood up holding the tray, "I'll try to clean up!" she said nervously.

We went into the kitchen, she put the tray on the counter and then took me to the maid's room.

She left me in the room and then went out. But then she comes back with a damp cloth and a dry one in her hands and tries to repair the damage I've done myself.

She's getting closer and closer to me, and the smell of her perfume drives me crazy.

"Don't you think I'd better take my shirt off?" I ask, sounding calmer, and she takes a deep breath.

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