Losing Pieces of Me by Rose Briner Page B

of continuing towards another flight of stairs that I assume leads to more bedrooms upstairs, she takes a right and leads me to a single door at the end of the hallway.  She pushes the door open and stands to the side so I can enter before her.
       I stand to the side so she can enter behind me and take the time to look around my new room.  Much to my dismay, this room is not Jayden’s room.  So then the maid must be aware that this marriage is fake or thinks we are already having issues.  Don’t get me wrong, the room is beautiful with a bed raised on a platform, a desk in the corner, a settee, and my own private balcony outside.  Anyone would be happy to be staying in a room like this, the issue is that I’m supposed to be Jayden’s wife, not a guest staying in the home for the weekend.
       “Can I ask you something, Bridget?”
       “Of course you may ask anything you would like, Mrs. Leopold,” the maid says as she comes to stand before me.
       “Please call me Mireya, Mrs. Leopold is too formal for me.”
       She gives me a funny look and inside I curse myself.  That probably wasn’t the way I am supposed to behave.
       “Okay then, Mireya, ask away.”
       “Why am I not shown to Jayden’s room?” I ask her.  I probably shouldn’t ask, but I have to know what reason he’s given her about why we are not sharing the same bed.
       “This is just a room in case you need your space, Mireya.  Jayden will show you to the master bedroom later when the time is right. I’m sure he’s just making sure everything is in order before he brings you upstairs.”
       “His room isn’t down here?” I ask her as I tilt my head to the side and stare at her.
       She shuffles nervously from foot to foot, clearly she knows something she’s not telling me.
    “The entire third floor is his room.  If you have everything you need, I’ll just be heading back downstairs to help prepare for tonight’s dinner,” she abruptly announces as she hurries to leave the room.  She didn’t even ask me if I needed anything.
       For some reason, Jayden has given my own room and won’t bring me up to see the master bedroom.  In a way I appreciate the fact that he’s given me my own space, but I would’ve settled for having a private room that I can hide in when I don’t want to see him.  Having my own room with my own bed raises too many suspicions about what’s really going on here.  Suspicions lead to questions, questions lead to investigations, and investigations eventually lead to the truth.
       I walk to one of the closed doors on the other side of the room and find the bathroom.  Frustrated, I open the other door and find a closet, unfortunately the damn thing is empty.  So my clothes aren’t here yet, what am I supposed to wear until my clothing gets here?  Not to mention I don’t have my bag up here yet so I can at least look for something clean to wear.
       I have no choice but to head back downstairs and look for Bridget so I can ask her where my bag is.  I head down the stairs, but when I get to the bottom, I scratch my head because I have no clue where the kitchen is in this place.  I smell something cooking and banging of dishes against the counter, so I head in the direction of the sound.  I get to the kitchen and am about to enter when I hear voices inside that stop me.
       “Who is she?” I recognize the man’s voice.
       “I’m not sure, all I know is that’s his wife.  I didn’t even know he was dating anyone.  This should be rather interesting don’t you think?” that’s Bridget he’s speaking with.
       “Indeed, it should be very interesting, especially since he’s given her a separate room.  Probably so he can still bring his women here.  I feel bad for the poor girl, she seems like a nice person,” I didn’t know he thinks I’m a nice person.  Honestly, I didn’t think he liked me very much.
       I feel like a creep standing out here