Love being different

Mr. Mancini

I was too excited. I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to relax a little and take a bath in the Jacuzzi. I was feeling so great that I lost the perception of time - I jumped when the alarm brought me back to reality.

It was one o’clock and I was still immersed in the water. I came out immediately, it would take me a while to dry off my long, thick hair and I had to be ready in half an hour.

I hardly dried, the hair was still wet when I tied them behind my neck. I snappily looked in the wardrobe for some clothes and took the first one I saw: a light blue, wool-like dress. I put it on and was astonished to find out that it suited me perfectly: it went down my body highlighting its shapes and ended right over my knees. I finished my preparation with a pair of blue chamois boots.

I took the lip gloss from the purse, then I gazed at the mirror and wondered if I really was the person I was looking at. I was very nice dressed in that way and the lip gloss flattered my full lips. My cute French nose, as my teacher used to say, together with my intense, emerald green eyes, made me think that I wasn’t bad at all - actually, I thought I looked pretty good. Probably, because I was judging myself from a different point of view and in a different context - not that gloomy house where I grew up in.

-Don’t go overboard! Stay focused, you are here to work.- I said to myself while leaving the room in a hurry.

I followed the way the butler told me and easily reached the dining hall exactly at 1:30 p.m.

An old man was sitting at the head of the table and Mr. Trudi, who was standing on his left, came toward me:

I didn’t even have the time to answer, as he pointed at the old man saying:

I arrived in front of him and gave him my hand:

He shook my hand with great pressure - I felt it was strange for a person of his age.

I was impressed by his wistful eyes of a beautiful ebony color; they weren’t appropriate for his face full of wrinkles and seemed more suitable for a much younger person.

His gaze was directed at me. He still hadn’t pronounced a single word and, as if he could read my mind, Mr. Trudi said:

-Sight problems with those eyes!- I thought.

I asked with interest.

Replied Trudi.

Therefore, I would be working just a few hours in the afternoon - I wasn’t worried about it, as long as I got paid.

Trudi moved the chair to the other head of the table, inviting me to sit. Then, a man with a cart arrived and started to serve lunch.

The silence reigning in the room was unreal, it made me feel uncomfortable and I wondered if I would get bored in that magnificent castle, considering that Mr. Trudi was the only person I could talk with.