They say that sleep is supposed to be a form of rest or relaxation but no , Luna was not relaxed but rather restless all through the night, she kept turning and turning on the bed like a tornado.
It's not that the bed wasn't comfortable enough for her, it is actually a luxurious bed , too comfortable for a house maid, guess they are generous after all.
Luna couldn't sleep a wink , she just couldn't adjust to the situation of living in the enemy's home.
She stayed awake till morning and began to prepare herself for the day.
She took her bath, wore her uniform, styled her hair in a high ponytail, wore her shoes and went out.
The first thing Luna learned was that the Roth family didn't speak to the staff unless they needed something or unless they were Lucien.
He doesn't follow the rules and he's rarely seen in the house.
Luna stepped into the main house and saw the two girls she met yesterday, she later learned that their names are Audrey and Britney. They were cleaning the living room when Luna came, they woke up earlier than her and was already halfway done with the cleaning, Luna rolled her eyes inwardly,'they're so dedicated' she thought.
"Goodmorning Audrey, Britney " Luna greeted them and made her way to the kitchen, her work for that morning is to clean the kitchen and prepare it for the day's cooking which will be done by special chefs that cooks for the Roth's family.
Luna couldn't understand why the chefs can't prep their cooking ingredients by themselves, are their hands so short that they won't be able to hold the knives? Luna cussed them loudly but she was lucky no one was around to witness that because the members of the household were still enjoying their beauty sleep.
Luna finished her work in the kitchen early, she thanked her stars that she didn't run into any member of the household especially that arrogant Roth aunt that she met yesterday, she washed her hands and made her way back to her bedroom to rest.
On her way back, she ran into the person she least expected to see that early _Lucien.
She ran into him in the west wing hallway—shirt clinging to his chest, a towel slung carelessly over his shoulder. His hair was damp, curls lazy and unrushed , he looked just like a water god .Luna became uncomfortable, he wasn't supposed to notice her, at least not now that she's rushing to her room to get some sleep.
She stood still for a second thinking of what to do , whether to go back or to to keep walking.
She immediately regained her composure and cussed at herself inwardly, why should she be uncomfortable, it's not like she had done something wrong, she hissed , raised her chin and marched forward.
She prayed he wouldn't notice her as she walked past him, she didn't realize she has been holding her breath as she heaved a sigh of relief, but when she thought she had escaped, he called her back, she had prayed he wouldn't notice her, but he did.
Right now , she's praying he wouldn't recognize her because of their first encounter at the bookstore.
"New?" he asked, pausing mid-stride.
Luna lowered her eyes like she was trained to. "Yes, sir."
His gaze was sharp, curious. Like he hadn't expected a maid to answer like that—steady voice, no fluster. At this point Luna was convinced that he didn't recognize her , so she calmed down a little.
"Name?"
She hesitated. Just for a second.
"Luna."
He smirked. "Fitting."
Then he walked off, leaving behind the scent of cedar and trouble.
Did he just smirk? Luna was anxious what he meant by that, did he actually recognize her and just pretended not to?
Fuck! It wasn't supposed to be like this, she started panicking.
She calmed down and went back to her room, maybe she was overthinking it.
She stayed in her room for hours before she came out for her afternoon work.
The maids each has a duty roaster bearing their works at different times and are allowed to go back to their rooms and rest when they have no work to do.
Luna scrubbed marble floors that had never known dirt. She moved through the halls like a shadow, memorizing details: which doors locked, which ones didn't.
She noted Lucien's schedule: tennis at 10. Gym at 6. Midnight walks on the balcony.
She watched. Listened. Catalogued.
In the evening, dinner was a polished affair, long table, silver cutlery, laughter that sounded like strategy.
Luna was among the maids whose duty is to serve food that night.
She served wine. Her fingers brushed Lucien's glass, and he glanced up. Just once.
But it was enough for her.
After the dinner, she returned to the staff kitchen. The cook—a woman named Beatrice—nodded toward her with a half-smile.
"You didn't flinch once. Most girls drop something their first night."
Luna washed her hands slowly. "I don't drop things unless I mean to."
Beatrice chuckled, not realizing the truth sitting behind those words.
Later That Night
Lucien stood on the balcony again. Alone. Glass of red in hand. Moonlight hit his jaw like it owed him something.
Luna watched from her window, hidden in shadows.
She hated how easy he looked. How untouchable.
But something in his expression cracked tonight.
A flicker. A tiredness.
Like maybe he wasn't as invincible as he pretended to be.
She turned away.
Let him break first.