Chapter 130: RICHARD
If I didn’t know any better I would have said that the widow and Sofia shared ties, with that look of utter defiance she was giving me.
But Sofia looked nothing like her or her daughters in fact. With her brunette strands, honey brown eyes and freckleless face. I don’t even see the resemblance between her and the late Mr Blake. From the pictures I’ve seen, the man was dark haired and his eyes were of the same hue as his hair.
Perhaps that was why Alicia hated her so much, she must remind her of herself. That’s if the girl I’ve had dealings with over the last few days reflected a fraction of herself at home.
Knowing her I believe she must have. It was hard not to imagine Sofia being her impertinent self. I suppose over the years, Alicia found a way to keep her in check. To keep her under a leash like a lapdog.
It must have to do with the servant thing. Work does have a way of humbling the unruly. And I plan to work her ass off till she is as humble as she is to her mistress, to me.
"Kpohoh! Kpohoh!" Someone coughed, from behind me, disrupting the silence. I turned to see Felix with a tray of wine, and two flutes.
"Sorry" he muttered, as he came to set the tray. I doubt he knew what had happened or the tension he just broke, or perhaps he did and his cough was his subtle and yet ingenious way of breaking the tension. Butlers.
The dark bottle looked familiar and the scent of its contents as he uncorked the bottle and poured. But I couldn’t jump to conclusions. Handing a glass to his mistress first, instead of me, I almost refused his offer when he handed me mine.
Perhaps the widow could have asked Sofia to serve, were it her, believe me I would have made an issue of it.
"1961 Petrus, touche" I said after a sip, confirming my suspicions. "It’s no wonder he almost went broke, stacking up this costs a fortune"
My host only acknowledged my words with a nod, as she set down her own glass on the tray.
"Sofia" she called.