The Maid and Her Lady Knight Part 4
I dunno if it is that good but oh well... it's the best that came out after work. Have a nice evening!
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A while later we sat together in silence, she was deep in thoughts and looked out of the windows, to the Brandenburger Tor.
My body felt a whole lot better and even if it was just a soup it had been the best dinner in a year.
“Do you want to go back home?”
There it was. It had been really to nice to be true right? Fairytales doesn't exist and now she would throw me out.
“It would be alright. I will just clean the table and then I am out.”
Getting up, gathering the plates I felt her staring at me.
“What in Prada's name are you doing? I meant back to the States. Real home.”
“Oh-” I put down the crockery “yes. Very much. I learned enough german for now and I wish to see my parents again and get a better life.”
“Next week, at wednesday my flight takes off. There is plenty of space left to take you with us.”
“I can't afford it. Thank you for the offer.”
Miranda shook her head and smiled softly. “You are slow to understand I fear. I hope it's just the condition of your body that causes that.”
“It might be cause I don't get what I could have been misunderstanding now.”
“You don't need to pay for the ticket. It's a private plane. You will be my guest, can finally fly home, all you have to do is quit this job and pack your things.”
Who would have been able to believe that? But I just squealed and ran around the table, hugging her fiercely while tears ran down my cheeks.
Miranda sat a bit stiffly, she just wasn't used to someone being not afraid to touch her.
“How can I ever thank you for what you have done for me? You are way too kind.”
She pulled away a bit and I backed off, standing next to her chair.
“I'm sorry I was just so overwhelmed.”
She pointed to my tears still running and I wiped them away quickly.
“It's alright, it's just nobody is so carefree as you with physical contact towards me. Usually they are scared, not that I am innocent in regards to making them think of me the worst.”
Smiling at her I shrugged. “I act how I feel and I can imagine why people act like that though you didn't give me any reason to be afraid. What you are willing to do is so grand.”
“You don't have to thank me or anything similar, just don't tell anybody about it.”
“I won't, well maybe my parents will have a few questions but I promise not to tell them your name.”
Our terms were settled and after the room service had cleaned the table she showed me the second bedroom I could use.
We wished eachother a good night and before she went I hugged her quickly again whispering a few thank yous and slipped into “my” room, closing the door.
I think she had been standing there for a moment then but she never admitted it. Miranda Priestly in awe for a hug never right?
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A while later we sat together in silence, she was deep in thoughts and looked out of the windows, to the Brandenburger Tor.
My body felt a whole lot better and even if it was just a soup it had been the best dinner in a year.
“Do you want to go back home?”
There it was. It had been really to nice to be true right? Fairytales doesn't exist and now she would throw me out.
“It would be alright. I will just clean the table and then I am out.”
Getting up, gathering the plates I felt her staring at me.
“What in Prada's name are you doing? I meant back to the States. Real home.”
“Oh-” I put down the crockery “yes. Very much. I learned enough german for now and I wish to see my parents again and get a better life.”
“Next week, at wednesday my flight takes off. There is plenty of space left to take you with us.”
“I can't afford it. Thank you for the offer.”
Miranda shook her head and smiled softly. “You are slow to understand I fear. I hope it's just the condition of your body that causes that.”
“It might be cause I don't get what I could have been misunderstanding now.”
“You don't need to pay for the ticket. It's a private plane. You will be my guest, can finally fly home, all you have to do is quit this job and pack your things.”
Who would have been able to believe that? But I just squealed and ran around the table, hugging her fiercely while tears ran down my cheeks.
Miranda sat a bit stiffly, she just wasn't used to someone being not afraid to touch her.
“How can I ever thank you for what you have done for me? You are way too kind.”
She pulled away a bit and I backed off, standing next to her chair.
“I'm sorry I was just so overwhelmed.”
She pointed to my tears still running and I wiped them away quickly.
“It's alright, it's just nobody is so carefree as you with physical contact towards me. Usually they are scared, not that I am innocent in regards to making them think of me the worst.”
Smiling at her I shrugged. “I act how I feel and I can imagine why people act like that though you didn't give me any reason to be afraid. What you are willing to do is so grand.”
“You don't have to thank me or anything similar, just don't tell anybody about it.”
“I won't, well maybe my parents will have a few questions but I promise not to tell them your name.”
Our terms were settled and after the room service had cleaned the table she showed me the second bedroom I could use.
We wished eachother a good night and before she went I hugged her quickly again whispering a few thank yous and slipped into “my” room, closing the door.
I think she had been standing there for a moment then but she never admitted it. Miranda Priestly in awe for a hug never right?