Allure Of The Night

Eve’s eyes widened, as everything had happened in slow motion and she heard the clatter of the bucket against the ground, while the used water spread on the floor. She heard distant, yet quick footsteps approaching and when she leaned over the railing to see, who it was. She noticed Lady Aurora’s maid.

During that time, Rosetta stared at the dirty water spread on the floor, and her lips quivered. How could this happen….and she sniffled.

Eugene’s eyes widened on hearing the sniffling sound, and noticed tears ready to fall from the vampiress’s eyes, “Please don’t cry, miss!” He hurried, “I should have moved the bucket to the side. Are you hurt?” Not only did he have to clean the dirty water from the floor now, but the vampiress appeared to have hurt herself.

“I will clean this!” Rosetta tried to hold back her disappointment. She then noticed Eve appear at the end of the corridor and signalled her something. Blythe was on her way here! Oh, no.

Eugene assured her, “You don’t have to do that, milady. You have worked hard enough, it is time for everyone t–“

“Hurry, hide!” Rosetta quickly got up and pushed Eugene the other way.

“Lady Rosetta, I need to clean–“Eugene’s words were in vain, as Rosetta pushed him to one of the closest rooms and said to him,

“Please allow me to handle this, and don’t come out!” Saying this, she closed the door.

Eve slipped inside another room, before Blythe walked past the room she was in. When the maid appeared in the corridor, her eyes were ready to fall on the floor. She quickly ran to where the young vampiress stood and almost slipped because of the fallen water and asked flabbergasted,

“Milady, what are you doing with a mop in your hand?! Please drop it! “

“You aren’t my mother, Blythe,” Rosetta stubbornly raised the mop in front of Blythe.

“But, milady, this is a servant or a maid’s job. You are going to be the lady of this mansion!” Blythe reasoned with Rosetta. “I will call the butler to clean this up–“

“You will do no such thing. I was the one who spilled the water, and I will be the one to clean it,” Rosetta picked up her broken mop. She said, “It is time for me to take responsibility for my actions. If I am going to be the lady of this mansion, I should start taking responsibility. Unless you don’t want me to be the lady of this mansion, what would mother say if she found out?”

The maid’s eyes widened in horror at what the young miss suggested. She stuttered, “T–that is not what I meant, milady!” Was this really the Marquee and Marchioness Hooke’s daughter?! The vampiress who made people pick, carry, or do the simplest things wanted to mop! “Allow me to help you with this.”

“Blythe, are you the lady of this mansion or am I going to be the lady of the mansion?” Rosetta demanded, her eyes narrowed at the maid for coming between her and her moping. She had to make Eugene proud, but this woman was hindering her and she couldn’t help but glare.

“… you, milady,” the maid carefully answered.

“Good. Now move to the side so that I can finish the mess I made,” saying this, Rosetta started cleaning the floor.

The maid suspiciously stared at her young miss. Something didn’t seem right, and she asked, “Milady, if I may ask–“

pan-d a-n0vel.com “No,” Rosetta curtly had the maid shut up, and in no time, she mopped the floor clean.

Blythe couldn’t report this! Lady Aurora would behead her if she knew her precious daughter was mopping the floor while she stood at the side watching it!

Once Rosetta finished her work there, she wiped her forehead and sighed. She finally did it. The floor was back to being spotless and she had cleaned it all by herself. Blythe offered with a bow, “Let me take the bucket, milady.” When the maid went to get a hold of the mop, the young vampiress pulled it away from the woman’s reach.

“I am taking this to my room,” Rosetta softly harrumphed. This was Eugene and her first mopping time, and she wanted to treasure it.

Blythe didn’t know what Rosetta was up to, but she hoped she wasn’t unnecessarily causing trouble. Bowing her head, the maid said, “Okay, milady. You should wash yourself and… fix your hair.”

Her hair!

“I will,” Rosetta calmly shooed the maid away from the corridor, and when it was safe, she knocked on the door where Eugene had been. Unable to leave the trait of being proud, she informed him, “I have cleaned the floor and you don’t have to do it. My apology for the earlier mess. I will see you later, Eugene. I hope we can do this more.”

Turning around, Rosetta started walking away from there. She felt her hands burn, not because of the fall but because she had held on to the broken mop, keeping it together with it scathing her palms because of the uneven wood that kept rubbing on her skin.

But internally, she felt giddy. She could only imagine how surprised and amazed Eugene was by her work.

Eugene’s eyes moved from the dry floor to the vampiress, noticing her wiggling her hands. She had bruised her hands.

On reaching her room, Rosetta came to stand in front of the mirror and realised how terrible her appearance was. Getting into the bath, she washed and then dried herself. Wearing one of the finest dresses her parents had bought, one of Moriarty’s maids came to help her get ready, but she refused and now tried to fix her hair.

The maid stared at the vampiress, not knowing what was going on. Because clearly the young heiress of the Hooke didn’t know how to tie her hair. When someone knocked on the door, Rosetta ordered,

“Come in.” But seeing no one enter the room, she rolled her eyes and told the maid, “See who is it.”

The maid left her side and after a few seconds, returned with a bowl and a note, “Milady, this was in front of the room.”

Rosetta stood up and took the note from the maid, which read– ‘This will help reduce the burns on the palms.’