Cruely Yours

Chapter 4

It was not all bad having to be around her all the time. She was insane and I should have left sooner, but for some odd reason I just could not leave her back then. I don’t care about her now after what she tried to do to my family. She has caused so much trubble over the years. She has tried to call me multiple times over the last few weeks.

I am just as glad as any that she can’t do anything else. I have seen a petition to put her back in the asylum. It would be for the best that she was kept there. Let’s just continue the story that you want to know from me.

It was getting closer to christmas break here and I wanted more than anything is to see my father. I know he wasn’t but just I hope he could. Cruella wanted to go home to keep her father busy telling tales from what we did here. I knew what to expect from her mother. She was not even home to see us come through the door. Miss.Pickett was happy to see us back home from school. She wanted us to do some fun winter activities. I was more thrilled than cold to do so.

I could hear cracking of a fire in the sunroom. It was much warmer in there. I could see her mother sitting near the fire but not to close to get sweaty. I walked past the sun room and past the grand stair case to my small bedroom. Across the hall was the art gallery that was filled with many rotations of paintings. There were plenty to keep me busy for study.

I want to find a better reason for what I want to do. As much as I adore the idea of being her governess, I want to do things on my own. I can keep up the little lie and to be fair she does lie about everything. Why can’t I have my own lie to keep? Cruella just needs a chance to relax and then I will tell her what she wants me to do in more detail. The only problem is, just how long can I keep up a lie like this. Time will tell for that one and that is all I need.

I have only spoken to some of the staff since I got back into routine. I can smell the warmth from the basement and I continued to follow until I saw the head chef. She welcomed me with a happy face and was open to me helping her clean up the area. She was starting on dinner already. She told me it was for an important man coming over. He was from overseas and I was only minerly interested in what she had to say about him.

I practicaly rolled my eyes as I clean off the wood counter. The footman was looking for some of the servers to come upstairs to prep the dining room for this supposed high class man. French man thinks he deserves fine dining from them.

I was sat next to Cruella and was told to keep a gentle smile on my face. I was not to speak, but at least the same went for Cruella. Only the men could discuss such matters anyway. When I was forced to do this I would let my mind wander into whatever world I wanted. I would disapear into a place where I could do what I wanted.

I sat at that table for 2 hours just daydreaming away. Cruella only nodded in my direction, but for once I had no clue what it was for. I am suposed to be the smart one. Cruella being her, well her after that meeting. Something was sure off about that man just not enough to say anything right now. This deal could end a bit on the bitter end. I could read his face like a book and I don’t like what I reading.

It was hard being back at the De’Vil place for break. A week in and I already want to leave. I could just sneak out and go home. No one is even home anymore. It would just be me, all alone.