Once the tears dried, Candela began to recover from her panic attack, little by little she was looking around the room at the objects scattered around it. Searching for some reason why , she wouldn't have to face the world that was waiting for her down the stairs. Candela was looking at herself in the mirror, curiosity had made her search through the junk in the room to see her current appearance. In front of her was her reflection, a brown-eyed girl with long brown hair, with obvious signs of having been well cared for. With a height of 1.75 which left her a good height for an attractive woman like her, what made her raise an eyebrow was her clothing, the clothing was for a maid, the vast majority of the pieces of her clothing were dominated by black except for the white strip on her work skirt.
- Mmmm I look good .
Confidence in her appearance brought a certain satisfaction to Candela.
’’ Hello beautiful how are you ’’ she winked at her reflection
Turning around on himself, playing with his clothes, he began a little dance in which Candela tried to spin faster and faster while she tried to look at herself in the mirror. Among all her euphoria, Candela noticed something, in the reflection of the mirror.
- My eyes shine . They did so whit a silver glow
With an immense happiness, Candela finally noticed that it was that sensation that she had felt before, with a confidence brought by the freedom that she was feeling happiness, free from the ties she felt in her life, from the strict rules of her parents, the requirement of the notes to go to college , of all the horrible sensations that she herself imposed on herself. For once in a long time, Candela felt like a little girl, with nothing to tie her down, in that messy room, scared of what her future holds, worried about her family and afraid of dying. Candela recovered what she had lost a long time ago , " Curiosity " the desire to know , to explore and try .
[ Candela Navas ]
[ Narrative : Due to the shortage of maids in the villaplana mansion , Roxana the housekeeper has had to send out a mass advertisement looking for young ladies to work for a paid trial month which serves as a test to hire permanent maids , candela faced with the dilemma that she did´nt want to work in the fields or follow one of the traditional educations of the Navas clan, he decided to try this job since it would allow him to have very good free hours and a good salary with which to go to a party during weekends. ]
[ You are wearing an apprentice maid uniform dignified enough to be a nobleman 's servant , but practical enough to wash dirty stains off it , plus it has a secret fanny pack pocket for drinks { Handcrafted with a seam kit } ]
Candela put her hands on her hips striking a confident pose.
- Okay, let's see, I don't know much about video games but this seems to be like a soap opera, in which I would be the rebellious friend that every group has. So it's clear what I have to do . I have to be successful, it's a typical soap opera drama plot , the young country girl comes to the big city only to be treated badly, but it turns out that she has talent and is a tigress.
- Mhhh! . Well then , get ready ladies and gentlemen because candela is here to win .
Candela with extraordinary confidence headed towards the door ready to take her first steps in the world that she now believed she dominated , not knowing that the reality of the situation was not only going to leave her in her place , but that she would also have to face some tests that would determine if she was ready for what lay ahead.
{ On the stairs }
The more Candela was going down the stairs, the more she realized that the room was in a particularly isolated position forty steps without windows or lighting, the only lights that illuminated the gloom were the little light that came from the only window boarded up in the dusty room and a more natural light at the end of the tunnel. It was truly strange that someone would have thought of putting the children's room so far from anywhere else practically isolating the resident.
-And the last step.
In Candella´s vision she could see a long corridor with a decoration taken from a museum, the aesthetic was exactly that of a rich house from 1880. Chandeliers made of metal, carved wooden cabinets and paintings with a Byzantine painting style. To the right of the corridor there were the doors surely leading to other rooms and to the left were some large windows that illuminated the room. Candela went to the windows to look outside.
- They are like ants all the time from one place to another.
Candela was watching from her window the interior courtyard of the mansion, through which there were servants coming and going from one place to another.
- Okay let's see where my room is. And how i am going to go incognito around here.
With great delicacy, Candela prepared to join the group of servants, Candela would take the opportunity learning what she needed to go unnoticed.
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{ 1 day later }
" Candela remember, to put pressure in the shoulders, not in the wrists " María commented on Candela's bad posture when it came to mopping the floor while giving her advice to improve.
" I know, only shoulders, no wrists. " Candela changed her position with the mop to one more in line with what Maria had told her.
In the time that Candela has been infiltrating among the servants, she has discovered much more about her situation. First of all this is the villaplana mansion, with a structure designed in the shape of a square with a huge inner courtyard used for a garden the size of a large house, each of the four wings of the mansion is designed for a specific situation. The only thing they have in common is that they all have three levels, some linked by corridors, and all have at least one free guest room.
" Maria, do you think it's possible to convince lady villaplana about putting a rug here, so we could get rid of having to clean every day this spot "
" I doubt it, she hates fur of any kind "
- An excuse to mask their posh habits.
Although Candela had never seen Mrs. Villa Plana, she had heard rumors about her, it seems that with so many young people around the mansion, rumors traveled at the speed of the wind.
- Sara Villaplana, the current owner, was a peculiar woman, it is said that for years she has been cloistered on the first floor of the east wing, in the holy chapel, she eats, sleeps and lives there. Strangely, it is said that she only leaves her cloister at night, hanging around the house. The only person who knows about Sara's condition is Roxana the housekeeper.
" Good morning Miss Roxana " Candela
" Good morning Miss Roxana " Maria
- Roxana is the grandmother who took care of me in the abandoned room, if you look in a book for what an ideal maid is, she would have his picture there, she is capable of carrying all the baskets of ingredients to the kitchen while pushing a cart full of bags of flour the size of a large pillow. She takes care of all of us, sending us work while attending to some tasks that require more experience and delicacy. Apart from that, she must be the most energetic grandmother I've ever seen, not even my Tata in my house has that much energy, that's a compliment considering that our Tata had to take half care of me and my Nine cousins.
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" When you finish here, go to the wood maintenance room and tell whoever is in charge today, to teach you how to polish and wax the floors."
" " Yes " "
- That´s if I and Maria do not have to do another " errand "
- Maria, she's a friend I have here, I wouldn't say I'd go to a party with her immediately but for the friendships you can make in one day with amnesia it's turned out well. María is the permanent maid in charge of the interior garden, which is why from time to time she calls me to maintain the garden. And I, as a good partner, can't say no. This is how we spent most of our time yesterday , while I coaxed information out of him by making jokes and pretending that I had just arrived yesterday .
- Well we make do with what we have, I'm not in a position to ask for much more, I was already lucky that they didn't see me cry when I had the panic attack, and then have to fake amnesia.
Once the servants finished their task, they went to the carpentry room where they were given some spatulas and some rags dipped in oil. Having them strip and polish the floor of the servants' baths.
- The only bad thing about this quiet time apart from how much I have practiced lying. It is that I have not been able to repeat the trick of the mirror. Candela had tried actively and passively to see what was the power that resided in her, since her first use it is much more noticeable in her mind as it acts like a beast looking for a way to get out of her mind . But she was missing something many times he tried to throw his power on Maria, the flowers and other objects. But it didn't seem to react to anything.
" Candela , would you do me a favor ? "
" Yes, of course tell me " There is nothing wrong with helping a little.
" Normally I usually go to give the medicinal tea to Master Adam , you could do it for me today , do me this quick favor and I will teach you how to treat the flowers in the garden . "
" And you will invite me to tea when you finish work."
“ Sure, we can chat a bit. “ Candela went to the kitchen, remembering the little gossip , she had heard from the servants.
- According to the girls, Adam Villaplana is a beautiful boy with blond hair, blue eyes, with a pretty face. Although he has many good qualities, unfortunately he was born with a debilitating disease, so he spends little time outside of his room. Candela slowly climbed the stairs with the tea tray, step by step she went up to the third floor of the north wing passing through the cloister gate on the first floor. Once in front of Adam's room, contemplating through the window how little by little the afternoon was turning into the beginning of sunset, she prostrated herself before the door.
" KNOCK, KNOCK "
" Go ahead, pass..... ( Cough, COUGH ! ) "
Candela entered the bedroom for the first time, a large bunk occupied by a handsome young blond young man prostrated himself in front of the wall, accompanied by several tables, with a chest in the right corner and a closet on the left. On the north wall (left) in the room the curtains were completely blocking almost all the incoming light. Candela felt a fairly cool atmosphere in the room.
" You're cold , aren't you? "
" Sorry ? "
" The cold , my mother has made sure that my room is well refrigerated for me "
" Oh.... that's a big detail from her part "
" Yes my mother loves loves me a lot , by the way, are you the new girl? "
" Yes, one of many of the new ones " Candela approached to place the tray in the rest of the boy
" Ohhh. " Adam took a long drink from his teacup. While staring at Candela. Candela, before Adam's gaze, began to feel uncomfortable, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end.
" Maria usually takes my pulse"
" Sorry, I lack experience dealing with the sick " he said as he apologized.
" Don't worry, I'll teach you " Adam rolled up his shirtsleeves. He took Candela's hand and put it on his wrist Candela began to feel nervous, for some strange reason her heart began to beat like crazy.
- Control yourself, Candela, he's not that handsome, besides, who knows if his illness can get propagated .
Focusing Candela began to count Adam's pulse.
- One, two, three, four, five, six... fifteen. Surely I've got the wrong vein, I'm going to try ... *badom*
- What!!? Candela proceeded to count the pulses, again every twenty seconds was when se heard it.
- This is not possible. A normal person needs a constant heartbeat.
A new sensation appeared at the tips of his fingers, the pulsations began to accelerate. Candela proceeded to concentrate on feeling the strange young man's pulse, closing his eyes to better concentrate, he felt a change in his fingers. The sensation that he felt from the pulsations was different from a normal pulse. Little by little, I noticed the difference. A normal pulse was like a pumping of blood, an ever-present irrigation of blood. On him it was different , his pulse felt more like a constantly exerting muscle , as if every fiber of his veins bent at will , felt like the muscles slithered like worms under his skin .
- I do not like this .
" How am I ? "
" Ohhh... you are very h-healthy, it shows that you take your medicine " Adam stared into her eyes, face to face, Candela felt a shiver run through her body.
" I have my pillbox in the closet on the right, would you mind bringing it to me "
" Yeah " Candela quickly went nervously towards the table, opening the drawers full of rags. As she rummaged through the drawers she had a foreboding, turning her head to the right to find herself face to face with Adam looking at her from a mere hand's length sitting on the edge of her face.
" Oh, excuse me, I just need to stretch my legs a bit, I hope you don't mind " At that moment, a sound was heard in the head of candela , showin for a brief moment his page .
[ Ding….]
A bell sounded, which acted as a starting shot for Candela to start a race against the drawers mess to look for the pillbox, while she watched out of the corner of her eye as Adam got up from bed putting on his woolen slippers.
" Here it is, it was well hidden," he said, turning around to look at the door.
" Yes , new people tend to get confused and disorganize my things " Adam was in front of the candela with a small book in hand.
” Do you use some kind of cream in your hands ? “
" No, no, I don't use anything"
“ Oh wow, this perfect skin that you have is natural. I'd say I'm jealous but we're alike in that the truth ” passing a hand over his face. Adam with his other hand took Candela by the hand. In an instant a change in the gloom of the room happened carrying a tone
" Besides, your hands are very soft " Candela felt how her legs trembled just by being close to Adam. Instinctly she instantly freed herself from the hand's grasp.
" Miss Adam, you should be in bed and resting."
" Nonsense, how can I not get up to attend to such a beautiful girl "
" You shouldn't have bothered, I have to go to work anyway " As Candela made her way back to the door, the energy from her ability was building up to increasing levels, the fruit of concentration and stress. Hearing footsteps behind her, Candela turned around to see Adam standing tall in front of her. Looking up, their eyes met, Candela for the first time noticed how her blue eyes were like the surface of a deep, icy lake. Under the influence of that flaming gaze, she felt how her consciousness was slowing down, falling into those icy light blue eyes.
- I drowning , I'm cold. That cold gaze drove Candela to a very stressed state .
- I... not ....dying. Whit a desire to live and the will to resist candela proceeded to channel her pain and pent up anger to face adam in the battle of wills that was taking place across their stare . Determined to fight, she replied:
" Go to bed now." She demanded
“ Let's chat some more, we haven't introduced ourselves yet. “ Adam tried some smooth word on her
" To bed now ! " But she wasn´t having any of it
With a firm will, Candela felt how all the energy she released fought against the current of the icy air in the room . Candela's will had prevailed. Adam, having lost his social appearance, made a face of sour interest and turned straight towards the bed.
" What is your name ? " He asked while leaning back.
" Candela "
” Adam villaplana “ Introducing himself with a slight gesture
“ Have you been assigned to a specific part of the mansion? “
" For now I'm in the garden , learning "
" Ahh good to know, I hope we meet again then "
" Good afternoon, Mr. Adam" Closing the door behind her as she left, Candela walked out of the room with an imposing stride. For three steps down the stairs she endured that atmosphere. But somewhere, halfway up the stairs , the pace changed from slow with dignity , to an acceleration motivated by fear .
- Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run...
By the time she got to his room, all he could think about was running.
- I have to run I have to run, block the door, hide. Panic had overtaken him.
- No ! , breathe.
As if it were his prayer, that phrase was repeated while he took controlled breaths to calm down.
- Damn what bad luck.
There were two reasons why Candela was nervous, the first because something terrible was obviously happening with Adam. And the second because she had a very enlightening confirmation of the previous one.