His family (1)

She went inside. And tried to tell herself that she had more autonomy after him and she should be cheering. But the day felt so long. And this is when it struck. I can use his T.V all day long. For seven days.

And she did pass her time watching T.V. or sketching something. Until now she had a sketch of that broken fountain, their own home, her old playground, her old home, her father, and her mother. She didn't have any pictures to keep them alive in her memories. And she read the magazine totally forgetting about the dinner. But when she finally felt hungry she only opted for simple orange juice and called it a day.

But in her dreams at night she could hear Isabella's voice. She was talking about punishing her. A day that she can mark as one of the worst was being lived all over again. Having more than a 100 fever was making her shiver even more. She knew she can't take it. But at this point, she knew that pleading won't do. Her ankle was bleeding with the piece of glass that she just broke. After getting some hits she had stopped counting, she didn't have in her to utter any more word but only pleads with her eyes but next felt her crop landing at her back again.

Waking up she found herself crying. It took her some time to realize that it was just a dream. She walked out of her room but the house looks so creepy. Getting into the living room she started reading the magazine. But her mind was occupied with every kind of worst scenario. She could swear that she heard someone walking or standing behind her. Waking up staff at this hour doesn't seem good or decent. She tried to suppose that he is in his study, working but it wasn't working. She didn't know why but she walked to his room.

Though it was dark but she was welcomed by his scent the moment she set the foot in his room. The sense of belonging came rushing back. She didn't waste a single minute to get into his bed and tried to sleep. A part of her knew that he was different and weird. Though he had not hurt her this long she can't trust him enough to let her guards down around him. Not yet. But there was one thing she was sure about and that was as long as he was with her no one else was going to hurt her.

I wish I had met him in some other circumstances. This was her last thought before getting into slumber.

In the morning, she stayed in bed even until after 11 in the morning. Walking down she said her greetings to her maids and went inside the kitchen to make something for her. But decided to only have coffee and that too she took to his room. The view from his room was even more spectacular.

"Where is my prince?" She asked her dad.

"Somewhere doing really great in school." Her Father replied and six-year-old Sydney pouted.

"Why does he have to go to school? He is a prince. No prince goes to school. Not my prince."

Her words got her father laughing as he made her favorite pancakes.

"Your prince goes to school because he knows I won't let him take you if he is not able enough." Her father replied.

"Yup, he has to be able enough. Does he has a horse?"

"Yes, he has a horse, Sydney." His father replied busy making his coffee because they both were getting late.

"A palace?" She asked. 

"Yes, didn't we talk about not eating chocolates all the time." Her father reminded her of disappointment.

"I am sorry." She giggled looking at her father's face, with her lips smeared with chocolate that she had hidden in her bag.

Still standing in the balcony she reminisces about one mundane day that seems like nothing less than a gem now. Life was easier back then. Her husband indeed has a palace or might have horses. She doesn't know about it. But he wasn't a prince. Not even close. She pouted without her knowing.

She walked to her room to have a relaxing long bath as she read some magazines. She started watching T.V. It was a little close to lunchtime when her intercom buzzes.

"Mrs. Miller. We have Mrs. Carol Nicholas here. She is insisting to see you." Her driver/guard, Daniel was on the line.

"Who is she?" Sydney asked. 

The driver was a little taken aback with Sydney's reply but answered, "Mr. Miller's cousin."

"Oh, please, let her in," Sydney replied but her voice had a little surprise. Only she knew how fast her heart was beating.

"But,....." The driver trailed off.

"...... Mr. Miller never let anyone to his this house. He had a very strict order regarding this. I suggest you talk to him first." He continued.

"No, she is a guest. Let her in. I will deal." Sydney assured him.

"Ok, Mrs. Miller. I am letting her in. And I am sending some maids too." He replied.

"No, it's fine. I can deal." She replied humbly and thankfully.

Less than a minute after she heard an engine roaring at the front. She came out to receive the guest. And found a very tall lady in her late twenties. She had the very same chilling aura. Removing her shades she looked at the house like she was looking at the place for the very first time but had a very monotonous expression. Walking to the door she noticed a girl with Auburn hair. But the moment she looked at her dress and ring finger she figured this much already about who was she? But still asked proudly.

"I am here to see Mrs. Miller. Ask her to receive me."

Her voice actually made Sydney a lot nervous. But she knew it was the matter of her husband's reputation so she tried to reply without stammering.

"I am Mrs. Miller." And was successful. 

Little did Sydney knew that the woman she was talking with was the tigress of the business world. She could see through her via her body language. And she wondered, How the hell on the earth he chose this good for nothing, girl. But, isn't it good? He will be slowed down.

You don't have time, Carol. Just do for what you are here. Carol thought and bent down to took Sydney in a hug.

"Finally,!" She said, showing Sydney her perfect pair of teeth.

Sydney showed her the way to the living room. And collected her magazines to place them neatly on the table saying, "I am sorry for the mess." while Carol took notice of her height and mentally prepare herself for a long call with granny. Even the mere thought made her lips curled up when she replied.

"It's fine, it was rude of me to come without any notice." And took a seat. 

"What would you like to take?" Sydney asked with a little smile. Her smile was way too humble.

"Anything love, I am here for lunch." She replied. 

"You are most welcome," Sydney replied though she was a little surprised over her confidence then she was Noah's cousin what else could be expected from her.

"But just sit for now. And tell me about you." Carol pressed. And this made Sydney a little uncomfortable.

"What about me?" She asked, a little nervous as she took the seat. 

"Like, your name."

"Sydney, Sydney Miller." She replied. 

"What's your maiden name?" Carol asked. 

"Sydney Brown."

"Oh, Where are you from?" Carol asked. 

This made Sydney a lot uncomfortable but thinking it won't hurt she answered, "Huntsville."

Relax, Sydney, it's not like she is going to pry on your life. Just look at her. She is far more successful than you. What gain she could ever have from you?

"So, you completed your high school from your county?" Carol asked hoping the answer to be yes. But noticed how Sydney's face was a little pale when she tried to utter her answer. "I am not a high school graduate."

Wow!

"Oh, It's really rude of me to keep asking such questions. Why don't you set the lunch for us." She asked hoping that she goes in person to make the lunch so she could do for what she really was here. All this spicy information was just a little extra icing.

And Sydney did get into the kitchen with Carol following her. 

"I would prefer some Thai food. Take your time I have some important emails to send. So,...relax I can wait." She said showing her sparkling teeth and manicured nails before making her way to the living room again.

Making sure that she is busy in her kitchen she started looking for Noah's study. It only took her twenty minutes to finally locate the room. She started looking for the files she was here for. Taking pictures of the whole file she came down. She could still hear Sydney working in the kitchen when she went to her and apologized.

"I am sorry. I have something going on at my workplace. Let's do it some other day."

Sydney, looked at her with a little smile as she replied. "I am almost done." Sydney had started working on two different dishes in the last forty minutes and even appetizers were ready.

"I am sorry, honey. Maybe some other time." She again came to hug her and Sydney was all still. For a second she could feel how fake her actions and smiles were but she ignored thinking it shouldn't matter to her.

After this incident, her whole day went normal until 9 pm. Because it was when she heard her land-line ringing. Thinking it must be Noah, made her breathing a little restless. But she picked up and tried to say her greeting without showing her excitement.

"Hello," Sydney spoke in a very soft manner. 

"Is this Mrs. Miller, I am talking to?" A woman's voice came from the other side. 

"Yes," Sydney replied. 

"I am Noah's grandaunt. Miss Miller. I hope you liked my gifts." 

These seven days won't be long and Noah will be back at the very start of the next chapter. In case, anyone is missing him.