"It was right here."
She searched her wardrobe frantically, sliding the outfits one after the other on the rack. Her tousled hair expressing her distress.
"Miss I swear on El Chapo , I didn't see it." Marie squeaked seeing her mistress digging her head in every nook and cranny of the room.
Huffing, Gloria turned around , about to blast her frustration on her but then her eyes dipped down to her bloated belly.
She was pregnant.
Wearing her black uniform with white apron on, a pathetic look on her face as she waited with baited breath for her wrath .
She was a new help so she didn't know this house didn't run like others.
"Which month?" Gloria asked curiously eyeing her belly.
Surprised, Marie placed a hand on her belly in a protective stance.
"F-fourth."
Pregnant and still working? , Gloria wondered at her strength. She was a pretty Latino woman but her fate wasn't as pretty as her .
Sighing , she dropped the cosmopolitan issue back on the dressing table . .and went towards her.
Marie's eyes went from wide to owlish.
Is mistress going to slap her?
For a second Gloria thought she wasn't breathing also she went from yellow to pale really fast, the anxiety creeping on her face.
Now, she was standing in front of her . She lifted her hand and Marie shut her eyes waiting for the sting on her cheek-
But it never came.
The hand went on her shoulder.
As if electrocuted, she opened up her eyes and glanced at the hand on her shoulder as if it was bomb about to be detonated.
"Marie," Marie's eyes snapped to her face," you really need to stop being so squeamish all the time. We are not like your old owners." Gloria said gently , easing out the tension from her bunched shoulders.
She knew all the rich household around here and had heard enough of stories floating around about owners whipping or slapping around the servants.
Like slaves .
Marie didn't reply but her eyes had shone a little.
With sheer disbelief.
"You understood what I said right?"
She kept staring.
" Right? "
This time Marie nooded fiercely.
"Okay good. Now go to the kitchen and get me a bowl of soup." Gloria added a smile with her order.
A smile always did wonders.
Marie was so dumbstruck, she kept looking at her and then as if realizing what she was doing...she whirled around and stalked out of her room, her legs wobbling a bit.
Sprinkle a pinch of kindness and watch the world unfold for you .
She prided herself in actually putting the quote in use. Because really the world was a dark place already, who needed extra hate? Everyone was going through something no one knew of.
"Everyone is on a battlefield, Glow. Watch how you treat people."
Her mother's voice rang in her ears .
She always made sure to not step on people's insecurities .
Sure she was born with a silver spoon but mother thought her enough not to be boastful about where she came from.
"Your ancestry will not win over hearts. But one kind word will." Mother had told her once and she had always made sure to follow her steps and guidelines.
Her outfits made people insecure about themselves which was silly according to her. Everyone had something to be proud of.
She had her outfits.
Which sometimes labelled her as a bitch or queen bee but really. .she was far of from being a bitch, that too unnecessarily.
Luckily she didn't get the bitch- for-no- reason - syndrome.
Sometimes she felt as if people wanted her to act like a diva or play the role of a ditzy Goldilocks out to snag a boyfriend from the good girl.
But she was the good girl that people refused to see.
"Where did I put it?!" She touched her forehead , tensed.
Her room was upside down and yet she couldn't find it. The drawers opened, the outfits dangling from their place, makeup scattered on the table, cupboards opened up-
Ugh !
Just when she needed it, she turned around and-
Something was peeking from under her bed, half of it exposed while the rest hidden under it.
Yes!!
She fist pumped in the air and greedily went down on her knees , sliding it out.
Holding it in her hands, she drank the pink glossy cover.
Cosmopolitan Love Issue
She didn't even bother sitting on the bed, she sat cross legged right on the carpet. . flipping page after page to get to where her heart was.
She had kept this old vintage issue close to her heart . She discovered it in her mother's closet and till then it's been her ride and die.
Basically her guide.
When it came to boys.
"There. ." She stopped at a page decorated with hearts. Well, she drew them herself with a pink marker.
Quickly, she grabbed the marker laying on her bed.
How to know if he's the one:
💗: When you see him, you will feel like you know him from somewhere.
Taking the cap off the marker with her teeth, she ticked on it.
💗: There will be no one like him.
Tick.
She had never encountered a guy like that.
💗: His scent will be different from every other boy you have ever dated.
Woodsy with a tinge of cologne.
Double tick.
💗: When you meet him, you will feel nostalgic (Refer to point number 1)
Triple tick.
💗 : He will always be protective about you no matter how the situation is.
Okay, she didn't get to this point . Yet.
💗 : His kiss will make you take a trip to heaven.
A little too early for that.
💗 : When he will be around, you will feel nervous, excited .( Spastic is the word)
💗 : Also his eyes would belittle every man on earth for you.
Well his eyes were a mystery .
💗 : If all of these signs come true, he's the one for you. Your true love!
Snapping the magazine close, she pondered on the signs.
All she had was a name. . Logan .
She didn't even know the last name for Christ's sake! How will she ever find him in this jungle of a school?
He has a tattoo, her heart added slyly.
Like that mattered.
It's not like she saw it clearly, heck she didn't even know the pattern let alone the tattoo?
All she remembered was a swirl of black ink from his bicep to his arm.
One tattooed arm.
It must be down to his wrist . . .
Next time, she's going to have a pair of binoculars with her because just in case.
God, how was she ever going to find him? How was she going to sniff him again just to make sure he was the same? And she didn't dream?
She only met him at a disgusting bathroom-
She sat up straight!
The bathroom!
He was there the last time , he must have visited it again! That must be his smoking space!
Yes!
Never in million years did she imagine , she will find her soulmate in a bathroom?
The excitement on her face was palpable and when Marie entered her room with a bowl of soup, she saw her mistress's emerald eyes dancing with. . .glee?
" Ahmm ," she cleared her throat gaining her attention at once .
Why was she sitting on a carpet? Don't rich people sit on fancy beds and couches?, She wondered.
Getting up, her beautiful mistress was grinning so hard . .Marie feared she might crack her cheeks or teeth's .
She remembered a girl in her town, Griselda who laughed so hard her teeth fell out, that's what her mama said .
"Oh Marie! You just came on the right time! " Happily, she glided over to her. .taking the bowl of soup and stunning her again.
Wasn't Marie suppose to lay it on her bed ? Isn't that what she was hired for?
She saw her taking the tray and placing it down on the carpet .
Not in the bed.
Something was wrong with her mistress.
"Woo! You look like a Moschino add." Allie exclaimed eyeing her everything Moschino.
Alright, she did admit she might have gone a bit overboard with the love for this brand .
Today she decided to deck in the brand from head to toe .
The bag, the earrings, the outfit that had a white shirt tucked in high waisted red skirt paired with sneakers with a red streak because matchy-matchy .
"I shall name this outfit as moschino-gasm." She grinned mischievously.
"Whatever floats your boat." Allie replied distracted by her cellphone.
They were walking towards their third class of the day, Mia being absent .
"Where is your husband and my best friend?" Gloria asked trying to peek at her cell.
"There's nothing to see here. I'm checking my Instagram." Allie said without looking at her.
God ! She was so obvious!
But she wanted to read all the lovey dovey texts they exchanged.
"Don't he message you the i-love-yous and you look like a fallen angel ?" She inquired .
Allie sighed.
"We are over with the I love yous and the fallen angel stuff. . I mean we love each other and ugh how do I explain this? " She groaned .
"Write an essay . Highlight the important points." She suggested.
"Look," Allie said patiently," we are trying to build our relationship. Trying to communicate and not fight over dumb shit. You get it now?"
Gloria had her thinking face on.
"You mean. . There is no i love you now?"
Allie just shook her head in a i- am-don e way.
"Well I want my man to tell me how i remind him of a sky full of stars and a cool breeze on a sunny day. He better call me beautiful and not Gloria."
Her wistful tone made Allie roll her eyes . According to her she really needed to wake up from her dreams because real life was the exact opposite of how she imagined everything to be.
A blonde girl suddenly came towards them , stopping them in their tracks ,her face bright red as she stared at Gloria or tried to look at her face.
She was fidgeting .
Obviously confused.
"Hi! Sorry for barging in like this but i-i wanted to ask. .," She trailed off as she finally looked at Gloria's face. .her face blazing now.
"Don't be shy," Gloria smiled giving her an ounce of confidence back, " what is it?"
The girl swallowed , wetting her lips.
"Where did you get this outfit from?" She asked so innocently that Gloria couldn't help but grin a little.
Clearly she didn't know about the brand.
"I bought it from Moschino. Actually I shipped it from Australia. Just Google the brand."
Allie watched as a knowing look dawned on her face. The girl clearly embarrassed .
She didn't know it was designer.
"Also you can get it really cheap from a website that sells it's replicas. If you're interested I can refer it to you." Gloria said generously , the blushing girl nodded.
The blonde took out a pen and a notepad from her backpack as Gloria narrated her the website name.
Gloria took a deep breath and winced.
The stench of the bathroom oozing out from the door .
God all she wanted was to sniff him , to confirm it really was him. .Logan.
OoO ! Like wolverine!
She wondered if he was as hot as him? As tall, as dreamy, as-
She shook her head.
Now was certainly not the time to get lost in the clouds. It was time for action .
With a determined face, she opened the door wide and with a heavy heart, stepped inside.
She felt like a ninja.
Whatever that was.
She tried to hold her breath for as long as she could as she looked around and yes! The sinks were empty!
Gloria took a sigh of relief and her face turned sour .
This must be how the Grinch smells like.
She was worried the odour of the bathroom might stick to her outfit . May the gods of Moschino forgive her for this disregard.
There were total of six cubicles and as far as she remembered, he was in the 4rth.
Or maybe 3rd?
Her heart went cold.
She was suppose to remember everything about the one! Suppose to remember which bathroom she found him in! He was the one ! Okay. . maybe the one!
Lord!
This is for my prince ! She reminded herself. And he better treat me like a princess for I stepped into a wretched place like this!
With a renewed vigor, she marched towards the 3rd cubicle , her hand lifted to rap on the door but then she decided against it.
What was the point?
He wasn't doing his business the last time she came. So. . .
She pushed she door wide in hopes to see him when-
"What the frack ! Are you mad!!"
The boy tried to hide his Willy Wonka and slapping a hand on her mouth she shut the door close !
Stifling her scream, she tried to digest what she just witnessed.
I did not just see it.
I did not !
She shook her head furiously
Screaming in her palm.
Outfit of the day: