Dead Maid

I didn't hear her well, and apparently, so did her minions.

Maria was the one to talk. "What? What are you doing Sarah!"

"Yes, love. Why are you saying sorry to this loser!" Donna added. "I'm confused."

Sarah turned to them and slapped them both. It looked so dramatic that I opened my mouth to watch in shock. They looked too surprised as I'd been too.

"Why did you do that!" Donna cried out, still holding her cheeks.

"Because I wanted you both to shut the hell up, okay! I'm here to offer my most sincere apology to Anaya, okay!? So you bitches will shut the fuck up, and listen. In fact, you both, say you're sorry right now."

From here, I began to suspect this was probably a dramatic fake ass scenario playing before me. Sarah would never apologize to me for anything! Unless she was planning something even more dreadful.

"W-we're sorry?" Donna said. Maria gave it a while before repeating the same thing.

"Sarah, what is all this about?" I was forced to ask so she could get straight to the point! Ella was probably waiting for me already.

"The truth is that I feel bad and I want to apologize for my wrong doing--"

"--wrong doings." I corrected. She frowned, but slowly her features relaxed again. "You've done a lot that I doubt if there's any going back for you to think about apologizing to me. You purely hate me, I disgust you. Remember how you used to say that to me? So what the hell do you want right now, Sarah?" I watched her bare her teeth, her palm being a strong fist. But she smiled again.

Now that smile was starting to get irritating, sending shivers down my spine!

"It's just because I feel bad. Which is why I'm inviting you to my house party tonight."

There. That was it.

"You want me to come to your house party?" I had to ask again just to be sure. Did she think I was such a dummy?? Of course I knew inviting me to the party was a set up! Just so they could humiliate me??

"Yes! You'd be there, right? Please come!" She leaned forward and clung onto my shoulders, causing me to panic for a while that I pulled free from her touch.

"I've heard you." I said to her before walking away.

From behind me I heard her screaming out. "Will I see you tonight! Please, I want you at the party, okay! Let's be friends, Ana! Huh!"

I ignored of course, and rushed to meet Ella. She saw me and smiled, then brought out a bag and placed it on the mirror table.

"Ella, you won't believe what just happened!" I downloaded my encounter with Sarah to her, waiting for her to act surprised in some way. Instead, she just shrugged.

"So? I think she's finally starting to realize that you're so important and she needs to start respecting you now."

I didn't believe this was coming from Ella. "But we both hate Sarah? Does this have anything to do with the fact that I saw you both talking this morning in the backyard?" I threw the question, studying her face for a response.

She looked so calm and relaxed when she finally decided to give me a reply. "She's not as bad as we think. The truth is that Duke had told her to apologize to you. And she's just trying to be good, that's all. She was inviting me to her party this morning. And we're both going!"

"No way. I'm not going to Sarah's party to get myself embarrassed, Ella. I can't believe you're actually taking her side so suddenly!"

"It's not so sudden, listen, if you can give the brothers a chance in your life, why can't you do that to Sarah?" Ella said with a brow raised up at me.

"It's different, Ella. You know that."

"I don't think so. Sarah and her minions can be redeemed too. Besides, it won't be just you at the party. I'll be right there with you." Again, here she was with her soft tone that always convinced me. "I brought some outfits. Here, see." She rummaged through the bag and brought out some simple clothes.

Three pairs of huge looking sweatpants, two red blouses, a big white shirt, some other clothes that were casual enough, however, all oversized. None of these outfits looked like they belonged to her. She never dressed like that at all. Ella was more of a 'skimpy gown' type of person, and I'd been hoping he would give me some of those. All of her outfits were fancy and expensive, however, everything with her looked...old and like they belonged to someone else.

"I know some of this can be a bit big on you. They belonged to the late cleaner at our house. She died six months ago, so some of her clothes still remained in the basement. I didn't want to throw them away, you know? They would fit you so well. What do you think?"

I stared at her with disbelief. What did I think? I felt a lump in my throat as my eyes felt teary. What did I think?

"Um, I mean...they're okay."

"Great! I brought one of my outfits too, this one. It will look so great on you at the party tonight!" She handed me a black long dress. The material looked old and as I stretched it to look at its design, I could hear some rips somewhere!

"Wow, this looks...old. It's tearing," I pointed out to her.

Ella threw her head back and bursted out in laughter. "Honey, this is the latest design now! It's not actually tearing, you see. It's just how the material is."

I nodded slowly to myself.

"You don't like it? It's one of my favorite outfits! I have the perfect shoe for you." When she handed the shoe to me, I actually gasped out in disbelief.