Chapitre 4: Did you move the vase? (4)
The next day Bella and her crew returned to the Estate. They worked hard cleaning. They carefully moved things to make sure every speck of dust was cleared away.
They had finished their second room when lunch time hit so they were on the way to the van when Mr. Heart came back out.
"You there." He said pointing to Bella.
"Yes, Mr. Heart how can I help you?" She smiled up at him.
For just a moment he lost his thoughts staring into her eyes. He then shook his head.
"Why do you keep moving my things when you clean?" He growled.
"I'm sorry sir, I was told you want everything spotless. We can not do that unless we move things. I am making sure to put it all back right were we find it."
"Come with me!" He walked off.
He led into one of the parlors. And pointed at a table. "Does that look like it is put back the way you found it?"
Bella looked at the table then pulled out her notebook. "Yes, that is were the table was."
"Not the table you stupid girl the vase that is not were that vase is suppose to sit." He yells.
She had a puzzled look then looked back in her notes. He was right it was not centered right. How did she miss this. "I am sorry, you are right." She moved the vase carefully to the center and pulled out her polishing cloth and recleaned the table.
"I will double check from now on. Please forgive me." She bowed her head.
'What just happend?' He was the one that moved the vase after watching on the camera her straightening up. He figured she would argue with him. Instead she just fixed it and apologized for it.
"It is lunch time now. I'll double check everything personally when I come back. This will not happen again." She said as she left the room.
She knew that he must of been the one to move it out of place. She remembered that she had placed it back in the right spot because the vase was very beautiful with little yellow roses. But there was no use playing games. The customer is always right.
Zane did not really understand what was going on in his mind. Today he canceled two meeting to stay at home just to spy on her. Was he losing his mind now.
He decided to go back to office and stay at his apartment tonight. That way he was not tempted to stay and spy on his little cleaner.
When the crew got back she was glad to see his car gone. In no time they knocked out two more rooms.
As everyone packed up she walked through the rooms one last time double checking everything was back in it's place.
Zane had pulled up the house on his phone and watched her go from room to room. He then wondered about the notebook she had. She would write and draw through out the day. He wanted a look at it.
Bella was tired when she got home. Today was her day to cook. She quickly whipped up meatloaf and mash potatoes with gravy. She then tossed a salad.
Her bothers and her father praised her food while her sisters did nothing but complain.
That night she curled up to read.
Opening her book.
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He returned to the bed-chamber, and finding a great quantity of broad pieces of gold, he filled the great chest the Beast had mentioned, locked it, and afterwards took his horse out of the stable, leaving the palace with as much grief as he had entered it with joy.
The horse, of his own accord, took one of the roads of the forest; and in a few hours the good man was at home. His children came around him, but, instead of receiving their embraces with pleasure, he looked on them, and, holding up the branch he had in his hands, he burst into tears. "Here, Beauty, (said he,) take these roses; but little do you think how dear they are like to cost your unhappy father; and then related his fatal adventure: immediately the two eldest set up lamentable outcries, and said all manner of ill-natured things to Beauty, who did not cry at all.
"Do but see the pride of that little wretch, (said they); she would not ask for fine clothes, as we did; but no, truly, Miss wanted to distinguish herself; so now she will be the death of our poor father, and yet she does not so much as shed a tear."
"Why should I, (answered Beauty,) it would be very needless, for my father shall not suffer upon my account, since the monster will accept of one of his daughters, I will deliver myself up to all his fury, and I am very happy in thinking that my death will save my father's life, and be a proof of my tender love for him."
"No, sister, (said her three brothers,) that shall not be, we will go find the monster, and either kill him, or perish in the attempt."
"Do not imagine any such thing, my sons, (said the merchant,) Beast's power is so great, that I have no hopes of your overcoming him; I am charmed with Beauty's kind and generous offer, but I cannot yield to it; I am old, and have not long to live, so can only lose a few years, which I regret for your sakes alone, my dear children."
"Indeed, father (said Beauty), you shall not go to the palace without me, you cannot hinder me from following you." It was to no purpose all they could say, Beauty still insisted on setting out for the fine palace; and her sisters were delighted at it, for her virtue and amiable qualities made them envious and jealous.
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Bella replaced the book mark and soon her eyes were fast asleep. In her dream Mr. Heart was the beast. His eyes glowed with furry over the rose vase. Before she could even move he picked it up and hit her with it. Blood ran down her face being mixed in with the water and roses.
She sat up with a fright. It had been a long time since she had nightmares. This one was not like the other. Was Mr. Heart really a beast?
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IleneMae BEAUTY AND THE BEAST. by Marie Le Prince de Beaumont
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