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Chapter_5
Chapter_5
Apolla was now back in her room with Annabell. It was not much warmer, but she
could at least get comfortable. She sat on her bed playing with the hem of her skirt while
Annabell sat across on her bed knitting. They had a few conversations here and there but
“So, I guess you are not on His Grace’s good side, are you?” Annabell asked. “I
mean he put you in the cellar. That seems like he doesn't really like you.”
“Well I’m going to guess he doesn't, but I really don't care.” she says. “I’m going
She knew Annabell does not like hearing about her leaving but, this is not where
she belongs. I belong in the 21st century. Which is exactly where she was going back to.
***
If Apolla had to guess, it has now been a month since she had been there. And not
a fun month at that. If being put in the cellar was not enough to fix her attitude Westford
made her chores twice as much as they were before. Now she also had to cook, wash
dishes, clean almost every room in the manor by herself, and do the laundry. Annabell
offered to help her whenever she could but Apolla would always refuse, she got herself
Annabell to wake her up any more in the mornings, she found out that her alarm still
worked on her phone even though it did eventually go dead. She also was getting faster
at her chores which Westford did not find pleasing. Many times, she would be going to
get breakfast or dinner as he was leaving or arriving home. She guessed things were not
***
“So, have you heard about this ball,’’ Annabell asked. They were in their room her
knitting and Apolla resting her eyes. It had been a busy day.
“What ball?’’
Apolla had not heard anything about there being a ball, is that what all the added
chores were for? Annabell explained to her that it another attempt by His Grace’s
Grandmother to marry him off…again. It seems that he always finds a way to get out of
it. I wonder why he does not want to marry, so she decided to ask her.
“Yes, he says he won’t marry until he finds her. Of course, it has been almost 5
years now since he said that.’’ She looks down at her needles as if she were thinking
about something. A few minutes had passed before she spoke again. “Sometimes I wish
that, that maybe I was the woman he is looking for. But I am just a maid. There is no
“Don’t be so sure,’’ Apolla say, “Your father, a Duke, did fall in love with your
“Maybe so, but he never married her.’’ She had a point there.
“Well, perhaps he’ll find her this time,’’ she tried to say optimistically. “At least…
***
After another few weeks, the ball was finally held. Apolla stayed in her room for
the beginning of it, Annabell was helping as one of the servers. She was laying on her
back when suddenly the door was opened. she sat up quickly only to see the butler
standing there.
“What do you want?” she asked. He did not answer he just grabbed her by the arm
“By who?”
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His grandmother. She had been summoned by his grandmother. What on earth
could she want with her, she had never met the woman and cannot stand her grandson.
every wall was yellow, hence the name. The couches a pure silk, so soft to the touch sat
next the warm fire. With them to finish the sitting area were also a pair of wing back
chairs, one was pulled closer to the fire. In it sat the Duke’s grandmother.
Hesitantly she come into the room. Stopping halfway she stood there for several
She froze, what was she supposed to do in a situation like this? She has the
grandmother of a Duke, and she was just a maid, at least at that moment she was just a
maid.
“My grandson tells me you are not from here.” She continues. For the longest
time she just sits there before speaking, “Where are you from?”
Not this again. “I’m from America, 21th century America.” She gave her no
response, so she continued, “I was hit by a car on my way home and woke up here. I just
She slowly rose from her seat. Approaching her she gave Apolla a stern look,
almost like her mother. Stopping in front of Apolla, her stern look changed to one of
“I’m sure your aware that my grandson has this notion that he can’t marry until he
finds this perfect woman. Well I’m positive you are the woman.” That had Apolla’s
mouth on the floor. Me? The perfect woman? For the Duke of Westford? No, she must
be wrong. She made her way to the other side of the room continuing to speak, “Let’s
see, of course you have already met but that was in your…other clothes…and as a maid,
but there is still some time tonight for a second meeting. All we need is to find you a---”
“No.”
“No. You have the wrong person. I can’t be the perfect woman for him. We can’t
“That means nothing.” She waved her off. She had to make her understand.
“Your Grace, you must understand, nothing is going to change your grandson
“It makes a difference my dear because you are not like every other debutante in
that ballroom.” She moved over to a large rope hanging from the ceiling, pulling it
before turning back to Apolla. “Even if you did not get off on the right foot and seem to
disagree most times, feelings can change. With the right kind help of course.” Walking
past her, she headed toward the door. Another maid had entered without my noticing,
“Go fetch the gown laying on my bed along with my cosmetics. Bring a sewing
kit with you and few other maids.” The maid moved to follow her directions, but
stopped short as the Duchess spoke again, “and hurry would you. We don’t have much
time,” the maid hurried off. Turning around Apolla was once again the subject of her full
attention. “At least give it a try my dear. What is the worse that could happen?”
“Um I get kicked out on the streets? Your Grace it was a miracle he let me stay
here in the first place. I would really prefer not to push my luck further than I already
have. Now if I may be excused,” she made a small, though somewhat messy, curtsy and
“Halt.” she froze. Sighing the Duchess seemed like she was coming to the end of
“I’m sorry?”
“One night. You dance, talk, be civil with my grandson. If things go well, we will
move from there, if not…I will help make arrangements for you.”
“You can’t be serious?” With a scrupulous look she said nothing, just looked at
“Excellent,” at that moment the maid returned with the items requested. “Oh