Chapter 8 NANNY FREYA

NANNY FREYA

AMELIA'S POV

'Is he handicapped? Is he paralyzed?

Then why the hell did he make such nauseating requests?! I guess my life is really over now and I have practically become his slave.

If only my sister had not decided to get involved with Jacob Marciano. I could have been living the average girl life and enjoy the struggles, toils and joy that comes with it. Than being surrounded by luxury and yet my mind is shackled' I thought to myself but a knock at the door brought me out of my reverie.

I gradually got up from the bed hoping with every fibre in me that it wasn't him.

I opened the door and I was met with an unsmiling but calm face of an older woman. Her eyes were cold and uninterested and her lips were set in a straight line.

She was wearing a plain cream coloured gown that stopped at her ankles and she had her hands crossed behind her.

Her feet spotted popular granny flops that are used to put children to correction but for some reason they seemed...sophisticated.

She has to be in her early sixties with her grey hair and slightly wrinkled face but despite these features, I could tell that she must have been very beautiful in her prime.

"Good morning?!" I said in a questioning manner rather than a normal salutation as I wondered what she was doing in front of my door.

I have huge trust issues with everything known as human...

"You seem to be having the time of your life Amelia '' The unsmiling woman said and the way she had pronounced my name, felt like she was about to spew venom.

"Sorry, but I don't understand..." I started but she cut me off with a broad bipolar smile that spread on her face.

"Why.." I said, about to know the reason for the sudden change in attitude. For the smile...

"Relax child, I was just being like that to scare you. I just wanted to see you as I have only heard your name being mentioned.

You look more beautiful than he paints you to be, I must admit. My name is Nanny Freya" She said, stretching forth a small wrinkled hand towards me.

"Nice to meet you Nanny Freya" I said as I put my hand in hers with caution still hanging in the atmosphere.

"I'll be expecting you downstairs in a few minutes. I am to show you to the staff and give you a rundown of some things you are to know about the Don" Nanny Freya said.

"Alright ma'am. I'll be downstairs soon" I said.

"Don't refer to me as 'ma'am', you make me feel so old. Just call me Nanny Freya would you?" Nanny Freya asked.

"Alright...Nan...Nanny Freya" I finally said and she released my hand from her soft grasp with a tiny giggle.

As she turned to start going away, I closed the door behind me and rested my back on it as I heaved a sigh of relief.

'Another successful conversation with a stranger' I said to myself. That definitely is a milestone achievement.

I had my bath and used the products I was conversant with on my skin and those I wasn't, I read the instructions and applied also.

I chose a blue gown that stopped a good distance from my knees from one of the racks that contained gowns in the mini closet and matched it with my pair of white sneakers from yesterday.

I packed my hair up and rolled it into a doughnut form at the end.

I looked at myself in the mirror provided on the vanity table and felt satisfied with my appearance.

When I stepped out from the room, it was like I was being ushered to a whole new world...like a museum.

Even the stairs had paintings and drawings that tell different stories on the walls.

I heard the railing as I took one step at a time, all the while admiring the collection on the wall.

When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I wondered where exactly the kitchen could be. Nanny Freya must have thought of that because she suddenly popped out from the corner of the wide expanse area that a part was used as the living room.

"This way Amelia..." Nanny Freya said and with that she turned and continued on her way. I quickly followed after her, knowing that if I missed her, I could get lost in this huge house.

We got to the kitchen and by we, I mean, Nanny Freya first and me behind her.

The kitchen is a standard kitchen and is very spacious.

I was not able to allow my eyes to take in everything because eight persons were standing behind the counter - five men and three women.

"Massimo ordered that you know the workers in the mansion except the guards.

This is Sylvia and she is the oldest attendant amongst them. She tends to the kitchen and prepares meals for everyone in the mansion.

This is her assistant George and he helps her with the serving of the meals and preparation sometimes.

This is..."

The names went on and on and I was finally able to know the names of each and everyone.

"Hi, my name is Amelia" I said to them with a small wave and they gave a small bow.

'What was that for?!'

I also bowed back at them and then they dispersed.

"Have a seat" Nanny Freya said as she pointed to a seat close to the counter.

I sat on it and she gradually walked towards the pots that were displayed opposite.

Few seconds, a different array of foods on different plates were placed before me.

I thought I was to help serve it to some persons but Nanny Freya pulled me down to my seat.

"It is yours child. Massimo said I must make sure you eat a good quantity of the meal before I let you stand up" Nanny Freya said.

"What?!" I exclaimed as I stared at the food before me. Most were my favourite but there was no way I was going to be able to eat 'the good quantity' she was speaking of.

"He said you look too skinny to be able to carry out the tasks he has for you and I totally agree with him" Nanny Freya said and she shifted a plate of pasta closer to me.

I can't even decide not to eat again...