Losing Pieces of Me by Rose Briner Page A

while, I’m lonely.  I miss my sister and the person that should be here giving me these lessons is off working somewhere or hiding from me.  Who knows what he’s doing right now.  I’m going to have to talk to him when we get back to New York because this isn’t working.
       I eat every single meal alone and entertain myself at night with watching movies and reading books.  At least I was allowed to buy some books, I think I would die of boredom at night if I didn’t have something to occupy some of my time.
       By the end of the week, I realize where I stand and how the next three months will go.  I should be glad that I’ll be left to myself, but like I said at some point it won’t just be me and him in the room and without him telling me about his friends and family, this is sure to fail.  Perhaps this whole situation was never meant to be.

Chapter Ten
     
     
       “Welcome home, Sir,” greets a man at the front door.
       This place is much bigger than I thought it would be.  I expected the gate and the manicured lawn, but this place is massive .  The houses here are far apart due to their size and I am absolutely in love with this place.  I’ve always had a life where I was left living on the edge of poverty, so to move into a place like this is a dream.  I just wish that I would get to stay here.
       The second we pull up front, Jayden steps out of the car and opens the front door to walk inside, leaving standing there looking up at the house before me.  A Beautiful white home with rows upon rows of windows for natural light and as I look around me, I realize that this is the white picket fence life that every girl wishes she could have, this one is just on a much larger scale.
    “Mrs. Leopold, are you coming?
    I turn to find the same man standing by the door staring at me.  His voice is pleasant enough, but I sense a level of disdain in his voice as he speaks to me.  I’ll have to watch myself living here, I can tell this man is suspicious of me even though clearly Jayden had told him I was coming here.  How else would he know who I am?
       I expect to find Jayden inside waiting for me, but he’s nowhere to be found when the door closes behind me.
       “Stay here and don’t touch anything, I’ll get Bridget to show you to your room,” the man says as he passes me and heads off further into the home.  What a nice warm welcome.
       I don’t dare move as I stand there in the doorway staring at the space around me.  Clearly a woman doesn’t live here because everything is masculine and this place lacks a certain woman’s touch.  There’s no paintings or any decorations, the furniture I can see from here is all leather and masculine.  He doesn’t seem like he does a whole lot of entertaining here.  I want to go into the living room and look around, but I’m afraid I’ll make an enemy if I move from this spot and the last thing I need right now is someone who is suspicious of me.  I bet he thinks I’m here to wipe Jayden clean.
       “Hello there,” I turn to the sound of a feminine voice and find an older woman who I would assume is Bridget.  “You must be the new lady of the house, my name is Bridget.”
       “Nice to meet you Bridget, my name is Mireya,” I smile shyly at her as I offer her my hand to shake.  She takes it willingly and returns my smile.  I think I’m going to get along with Bridget, she seems so much nicer than the man who let me in.
       “What a beautiful name,” she compliments me as she lets go of my hand so she can smooth hers over her apron.  I think she’s nervous because her apron doesn’t have a single crease or wrinkle on it.
    “I am the housemaid, please allow me to show you to your room,” she says, walking a short distance away from me and towards the set of stairs just inside the front entrance.
       I slowly follow her up, admiring the beauty of my new home as we walk.  We get to the second floor and instead