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"Hello, Ms. Jenson," she greeted with a tiny smile on her heart shaped face. "I'm your maid, if you remember me. Mrs. Jenson asked me to summon you for dinner." "Oh...I remember you and I'll be right there. Is Mr Je- I mean my dad at the dinner table?" "Yes, he is." "Oh...thanks. I'll be there in a minute. Uh...what is your name?" "I'm Samara." "Nice to meet you, Samara." She seemed nice and polite to me so I thought maybe I was going to make some friends here. "Nice to meet you too, Ms. Jenson." "Oh, come on, you can call me Julieeeee-t." I almost only said Julie. I should be more careful next time. One slip up and we'd be in great trouble. Samara looked at me with a slight frown on her face. "Okay, Ms. Jens- I mean Juliet." I gave her a smile which she returned with a grin and then she walked off. Rich people liked to look good all the time. And Juliet was a billionaire's daughter so she obviously must look good all the time. I rushed to the dresser with a mirror in the corner of the room. I combed my hair to make it look less wild and adjusted my clothes. My mom told me that their is a guest working alongside my dad who'd be staying here for a few months. Maybe they'd be at the dinner table and I didn't think my family would appreciate me looking like a total cave woman so I tried to at least look a little bit presentable. Once I was sure I wouldn't scare anyone off, I turned to the door and stepped out of the room. I made my way to the dining room, passing by another room whose door was slightly ajar. I peeked through the opening and my eyes fell on Olivia who was blow drying her damp hair, dressed in a sweatshirt and leggings. I walked into her room. "Olivia," I called her to gain her attention. She turned around and her face broke out into a Cheshire cat grin. "Julie, oh my God. Have you seen my room?" She looked around her room as if seeing a room full of Nutella. "This is practically a heaven for me." I looked around the room myself. The bedroom was quite huge. It had a queen sized bed with cream colored soft fluffy pillows. The whole bedroom was done up in a white and cream color combination. Exactly opposite to the bed was a big TV which was as big as the wall behind it. There were expensive Victorian style wooden furniture, giving the whole room a sophisticated vibe. Huge and beautiful paintings hung on the wall beautifying the room a thousand times. "This is just the guest bedroom. I wonder how your room would be like," Olivia mused. "I'm not sure if I want to see that. This is too overwhelming for me." I said quietly, my eyes still glued to the room. "You will see it," Olivia said, glancing at me. "What did you come here for, anyways?" "It's dinner time. We should go downstairs." "Yeah, I'll be right behind you." She said, walking to the giant bed. "Don't be too long," I said, turning towards the door. "Or I'll accidentally do or say something stupid." "You won't," She hollered from behind me.?I?hope. I walked to the dining room. There was a huge, rectangular dining table with Victorian style wooden chairs. A few couple of chairs were placed along each of the longer length of the table and one each on the shorter sides. I saw that my mom and dad had just taken a seat opposite to each other on the shorter side of the table. Before them was a grand feast laid out. Or at least that was what I assumed from the delicious smell. All of the food was covered. I assumed we were waiting for Olivia to come so that we could start dinner. I went over to the table, taking a seat adjacent to the woman. She smiled in delight on seeing me. "Julie, where is Olivia?" I was about to reply when Olivia, herself spoke up. "I'm right here, Mrs. Jenson. Sorry for keeping you waiting." Olivia beamed at her. "Oh, it's alright. We just got here." "So, should we start?" Olivia asked and I chuckled quietly to myself when I heard her stomach grumble. "Oh, we are waiting for one more person, then surely we can start." She replied. "He'll be here soon enough." "Who is he?" Olivia asked for me. "He is the son of one of our closest friends, the Evans'. Do you remember Peter Evans? And his wife Eleanor Evans?" The woman turned to me. "Um..." I let a breath out of my mouth. "Yeah...I-I do. Uh...they are our...closest...friends. Yeah...of course I do remember them," I said, repeating what she told me. "Oh, good." She looked at Olivia again. "So their son, Ethan is the guest. He is going to stay for a few months to gain some experience in business by working alongside her dad. How has he being till now, honey?" Mrs. Jenson asked my dad who looked up at us. "He's brilliant. Just a month or two and I think he'll be able to manage his own family business just fine. He's really hardworking and dedicated to his work. I like such businessmen and that's what makes us successful." "Sounds like a really good person too." Olivia commented. "He is. You don't know how much charity he does. But when he and Juliet were young, they didn't get along with each other at all. They were always at each other's throats and we had to make sure their paths didn't cross ever. Or there most likely would have been a World War III," My mom chuckled. "Yeah...we didn't like each other at all," I again repeated whatever was told. "So when is this Ethan dude gonna-" "I'm so sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Jenson. I didn't want to keep you waiting for me. I'm truly sorry. I was just busy with some presentations. Someone had thrown me into the pool today and I lost all of my documents which were in my laptop and phone." A frustrated and slightly irritated deep voice from somewhere behind me cut Olivia off. The person's footsteps neared us and so did his rant about how he had to make all the presentations again because of some 'clumsy, hyperactive lunatic'. He came up from behind me, walking around the table till he was right in front of us. He took a seat right opposite of Olivia. By that time I had my mouth hanging open as I recognized the man sitting before us. Ethan Evans. The guy who I had accidentally pushed into the pool.