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Alanna smiled as she stepped into the garden. “We are not allowed in here unless you invite us in. it is so you and the master have a place that you both can go to get away from the world.” She held up a stack of magazines. “I brought them down for you. If you would like we can take them to your parlor and work on it there or we can stay out here till the sun starts to go down.” Balancing the magazines she pulled a slip of paper from her pocket. “The master requests dinner with you, if you are up to it.” She handed him the note.
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Marissa nodded, "Oh I would never turn down a dinner invitation" He said softly as he sat back down at the table.
He smiled, "I think I'd like to sit out here and look at the magazines... I've been asleep far to long...I'll get sickly looking if I'm always inside like that, I'm afraid I don't ware a pale complexion as well as the master does..." |
Alanna laughed quietly. “I do not think that master would like to keep that pale complexion. I heard once that he had a fine face and a dark complexion almost like Indians have.” She whispered the last part conspiratorially. She set the magazines down in front of him. “there you go, would you like me to stay and tell you what ones I think would look good on you or would you just like to be left in peace and look through them yourself. I brought makers just in case you want to be alone.” She held out a tin of small ribbons.
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Marissa smiled, "I think It would be better to have you here with me... as I'm a terrible judge of my own hairstyles" He said with a laugh.
"Clothes I can manage...but Hairstyles have never been my forte" He said softly. |
So the next hour and a half they spent working on the catalog of hairstyles. Alanna was good at telling Marissa when she felt that he was looking at the wrong one without hurting his feelings. Angelo watched them as he set up the workroom for the next run at the spell. Maybe she was the one he needed they seemed to get along well and she did not over step the line between maid and friend.
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Marissa nodded and smiled as he went over the hairstyles with her.
He enjoyed this sort of friendly banter. It had really been to to long since he'd talked with some one so comfortably. |
When they finished Alanna looked up at the sky. The sun was just reaching the trees on the far said of the clearing. “he should be down soon. It would be best if you went to you parlor and I back to what I am to be doing at this hour.” She packed up the books and smiled. “by tonight I will have the catalog ready for you to have.”
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Marissa smiled and nodded as he picked up the breakfast tray and headed back towards the door. He smiled brightly.
He didn't really think about how she should be the one carrying it back upstairs, it was habit. He headed in to his parlor and set the try on the table frowning, he had no idea what to do with it now. |
“don’t worry about it. I will have someone come up here and pick it up.” Alanna walked out the door hurrying to her proper job. She hoped the it would not be for long.
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Marissa walked to one of the little couches in his Parlor and sat down with a small smile.
Was he supposed to await the master? Or was he supposed to go looking for him. Unsure, he figured it would do no harm to simply remain on the couch. |
Walking down the stairs Angelo saw Marissa sitting on one of his Parlor couches. “good evening Marissa. How was your first day here so far?”
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Marissa stood up and curtsied a little with a small smile, "Ah Master..er.. I mean yes sir" He said softly, "I mean that is...yes I had a good day... it wasn't much of one since I have been asleep most of the day" He said softly.
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Walking in so that he could get a better look at Marissa, Angelo smiled. “you will find that in this house hold, the day is during the night and most of the servants are asleep during the day.” He nodded in approval of the dress. “she picked out well. How do you like her?”
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Marissa looked down at the outfit, "She's nice enough I suppose" He said cheerfully, "Alanna said she was going to make me a nice catalog of hair styles so that I could pick different ones." He looked up at Angelo, "And she said she'd find me a safety razor...since that was the only think missing from my bathroom..."
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Smiling Angelo nodded. “I had not thought of the safety razor. I have no need of them and there for did not think to put it on the list.” Sitting down in one of the chairs he waved for Marissa to sit back down. “How would you like Alanna as you maid?”
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Marissa smiled and sat down happily, "Oh that would be nice... I figured it was your choice though so... I mean I won't try and force you to pick her... But she was really quite helpful today. She even offered to wash my hair for me." He said with a small laugh. "Though When it comes to that sort of thing I'd feel more comfortable with a man's help..." He said thoughtfully.
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“my dear Marissa, it is not the masters right to choose the ladies maid. It is up to you weather you would like her or would like to find someone else.” A maid appeared with a glass of wine and handed to Angelo, turning she handed Marissa a glass of tea. “Although I do not think that we could find a more accepting ladies maid then Alanna.” Angelo thought over his last comment but did not feel it was best to say anything about it at this time.
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Marissa nodded a little and smiled brightly, "Allan is nice then... I would enjoy her company" He said as he took the tea and took a small careful sip from it.
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The tea was just a simple black tea chilled. “Now would you like to join me in a ride around the castle before the sun fully sets?” Angelo sipped the wine. It was not a vantage that any human would want to drink.
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Marissa looked up and smiled, "Ah oh that does sound nice..." He said softly as he sipped his tea.
He set the cup down and folded his hands a bit, "I've never been riding so late though." |
“Do not worry the horses know where they walk you will not be harmed.” Standing up angelo offered him hand to Marissa to help him up. “so who was you old master before you were given to the Painted Dove?”
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Marissa took the man's hand as he stood. He nodded a little, "Well then I won't worry to much" He said nodding a little.
He looked up at Angelo as he asked his question, "Which one... The boy or the boy's father?" |
"the boys father was the one that gave you away was he not? did not the boy just go to school so you were left alone?" Angelo smiled and lead him down the stairs and out to the stables. the dress that Marissa was wearing would work with the saddle so he was not worried about him needing to change.
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Marissa nodded, "Well technically it was the mother who sold me... but there was a reason... the father had taken a likeing to me..." He said softly almost apologetically, "She just wanted to keep her husband is all...So I don't really blame her... I just. I did not expect to be sold to a whore house...I suppose she had more resentment for me than I thought..."
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Reaching out Angelo gently ran his hand down his face. “I could see why he would take an interest in you. But did she not realize that if he is interested in the child they raised with their own then he is going to go to one of the house and go to the attic?” grabbing a saddle he started saddling up a beautiful white horse. Her lags were thin and her line spoke of speed, yet she stood there docile as a puppy. “did it scary you that he took interest in you?”
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