Chapter 62: SOFIA
I stood with my hands piled behind me in submission of a servant by the dining table while Alicia and her daughters ate breakfast.
Alicia’s gaze kept sweeping the room, she was looking for a flaw. Anything at all to begin her day with me as a topic.
"Don’t just stand there, go and find something to do. Don’t think finishing your duties last night gives you the liberty of standing around idle" she lashed.
"I... um... I have something to ask of you, Ma"
How I abhorred this pitiful act of being the servant. Toning down my voice so it doesn’t out tone hers.
Yeah, Alicia did that. She measured tones. Whenever she’s speaking with any of the servants, we are all expected not to out tone her.
We were meant to listen to her, identify her tone and make sure our response is in a lesser tone, or else, one had to go completely mute for a week depending on how high the tone was.
It’s absurd, but that’s the thing with staying in power. Anything... anything at all no matter how basic, insane or absurd is done to make sure those under know of their place, to ensure and maintain submissiveness.
"You know the drill, or should I remind you?" Alicia asked, running her manicured nail on the tip of her teacup.
Most times, I wonder how she does it. I mean, the bitch came home around 1am drunk and now at 7am, it’s as if that person who had kissed a man goodnight before staggering inside was a faux. This person in front of me looked every inch like the cold hearted bitch I’ve been dealing with for more than 13 years now.
She donned a pink dress suit with hibiscus - the fascinator I had designed, even named, its petals shadowing her right eye. Her hair was pulled tight to a bun and her lips were glossed pink.
Pink has always been a subtle color. The color of princesses and fairy tales, but there was nothing subtle about Alicia in pink. If anything, she looked more menacing, like the pink was a coat of sweetness hiding the evil and dark side she possessed.