Sarah's disguise
Although the waiter's face reflected displeasure, as if fate played a role, his fear of sharp knives was real. With cautious steps, the servant asked, "What do you want?"
Sarah gave strict instructions, "Disguise yourself as me. And you will be safe."
The servant's brow furrowed, reflecting deep anxiety. She realized the tremendous risk she would face if Lucian learned of this plan. However, Sarah's threat to him could not be ignored.
"Hurry up!" snapped Sarah.
Scared and hesitant, the servant spoke, "But, what if Lord Lucian finds out about all this? He will kill me."
Sarah assured him, "I'll make sure that won't happen. Trust me!"
Along with his doubts, the servant finally complied with Sarah's request. They changed their clothes. Sarah also put on a mask so her face would not be recognized.
"You just need to cover your whole body with a blanket. Stay away even if Lucian calls you. Understood?"
She nodded. However, the inevitable worry still lurked in her eyes.
"Wait!" he said.
"What else?" asked Sarah.
"This is only temporary, right?"
"I promise you, it's only temporary. I want to see someone," he said.
Meanwhile, Sarah's difficulty in leaving Lucian's residence became increasingly apparent. Guards were around every corner, ready to protect the secrets her employer was hiding. Sarah had to sneak out without attracting anyone's attention.
On her way to success, she devises a slick plan that requires ingenuity and timing. Sarah traverses dark hallways and opulent rooms, slipping from one bodyguard's shadow to another. Every step was risky, and her every breath was guarded.
With a stunning view of the city, Marco stood beside Esme, who seemed lost in thought.
"Esme, what's bothering you?" asked Marco softly, trying to ease the tension over Esme.
Esme sighed deeply before finally looking at Marco with a worried expression. "I feel sad, Marco. It seems like everything is so difficult."
Marco touched Esme's shoulder gently, trying to provide support. "Don't be sad. Sometimes, life presents difficult challenges, but we can get through them together."
Esme smiled a little, appreciating the warmth Marco offered. However, her anxiety was still visible in her eyes.
"Do you know, Marco, that babies can sense their mother's feelings? I'm worried about how it will affect my child later," Esme said as she stared blankly at the sky.
Marco nodded in understanding. "Yes, I've heard about it. So, don't be sad anymore. I can help you with your difficulties. Understood?"
Esme smiled again, this time with a little more hope. "Thank you, Marco. I need a supporter like you."
"Always there for you," Marco said, gently rubbing Esme's back.
Then, Marco changed the conversation to a more practical direction. "Uh, have you checked the sex of your baby with the gynaecologist?"
Esme shook her head, her expression flushed with worry again. "Not yet, Marco. I don't know if I'm ready to face reality yet."
Marco sat beside Esme, putting his arm around her with concern. "I understand it's hard, but it's important to know. What if we knew the sex, and we could be better prepared?"
Esme glanced at Marco curiously. "But you can help me forge evidence. So, why would I do an examination? No matter what. The child in my womb is a boy."
"Esme, we have to find out as soon as possible. The baby inside you may be a boy. So, we don't have to fake evidence."
Esme glanced at Marco with uncertainty. "Yes, you're right, Marco. I'll check it out later this afternoon. Do you want to accompany me?" she asked.
Esme said a moment later, with a shy smile, "Just kidding. You're not the father of my baby. Why would you drive me?"
However, Marco looked at her seriously, "I'll drive you."
"What? That... that's not necessary, Marco. I'll take care of it myself. You have no responsibility for it," she said, trying to refuse.
But Marco insisted, "I'm serious!"
"Well, if you insist," Esme finally agreed with a gentle smile, feeling unexpected support from Marco.
Sarah looked around. She saw some servants coming out of the house. She followed them.
"Deborah, it's not your schedule to go out. You should be cooking in the kitchen! Let us do the shopping," another servant suddenly greeted her.
Sarah stared doubtfully at the name emblazoned on the dark blue dress that covered her body. "Deborah," she muttered, trying to remember something hidden in her mind. After a moment, a flash of realization appeared in her eyes, and she realized that the servants in this mansion had a shopping schedule.
As if sensing the presence of Sarah, who was lost in her world, the butler, a stern brown-haired woman, broke the reverie with a sharp tone. "Deborah, don't daydream like that. Do you want to see Mr Lucian angry with you? Go do your duty, you fool!" she hissed, eyes glaring.
Sarah gasped, snapping back to the harsh reality around her. Anxiously, she hurried towards the kitchen, trying to remove any trace of her carelessness. Behind her, the butler looked on with an indifferent gaze.
In the kitchen, amongst the noisy kitchen appliances and the babbling of several waiters, another waiter approached Sarah with a face full of worry. "Deborah, why are you wearing a mask? Are you sick?" she asked, a voice full of concern.
Sarah nodded slowly, feeling strange at the implied compassion of the question. The other waitress, stirring the dough, gave her a concerned look. "Why are you so quiet? What's going on with you?" she asked gently, slipping concern behind her boisterous voice.
Without explaining further, Sarah replied, "Not feeling well, maybe."
"You should rest, Deborah. Don't overexert yourself," said the first waitress in a sympathetic tone.
However, not all the waiters received Sarah's change in demeanour kindly. Some infiltrated gossip between conversations, creating a particular spotlight in the enthusiastic corridor.
"Why is Deborah suddenly like that? Maybe she's faking illness to avoid duty," whispered one of them, her eyes narrowed sharply.
However, the others maintained a wiser attitude. "Who knows, maybe she wasn't feeling well. We shouldn't be too quick to judge," said a more discerning servant.
"Damn, I'm stuck here. How can I get out of here?" he thought.
It never occurred to him that he would be trapped in the kitchen, especially after feeling confident that all his plans had gone perfectly. Her gaze wandered around, looking for an escape without noticing the butler's keen eye on her.
"Lord Lucian will be here soon. Bow your heads," hissed the butler, breaking the silence. In an instant, the atmosphere in the kitchen changed, the other servants submitting to orders without a word.
Lucian entered the room with an air of authority about him. His gaze was sharp, scanning the room as if searching for something. Sarah felt her heartbeat quicken, anxious that Lucian would discover her hidden plans.
Lucian stared at Sarah, making her feel like she was being probed into her mind. With steady steps, Lucian approached Sarah, who was standing tense. Sarah, squeezing the hem of her shirt tightly, tried to hide her anxiety behind a calm expression.