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Elizabeth opened her mouth to say something, but it was Steven that spoke, “Elizabeth, please leave us alone.”

“What? You nuts? That was my late mother’s necklace, you fool. This is MY HOUSE! MY HOUSE! She is the one to leave, not me!” Her voice increased an octave more and now the whole mansion was shaking with Elizabeth’s anger.

Alicia has never seen her brown face as crooked and grotesque.

“ELIZABETH, LEAVE!” Steven yelled, silencing his wife, who cursed under her breath and closed the door behind her with a bang. That made Alicia startle.

“I didn’t… I really, sir, I…” she started to stutter.

“I know, I know,” he whispered to her and put his hands on her shoulders. “I believe every word you say, Alicia, and I know what my wife is capable of. Don’t worry, we will find her necklace and everything will be fine!”

He sounded so peaceful and calming in Alicia’s ears that she couldn’t help it, but look into his eyes. Piercing black pools of compassion and understanding. She saw herself reflected in those eyes. And she saw something else in them. Was it… was it… was it… She didn’t know what was hidden behind the rich businessman’s eyes, but she knew deep down that it was nice. And that it was only for her.

“You believe me? S-so I won’t get fired?” She asked sniffing.

He chuckled. “Oh, no you won’t. Who will order my socks by color then, huh? No. As long as I am here you won’t leave that doorstep.”

“Really?”

“Well, yeah. Only to buy groceries and do the shopping. That’s when you are allowed to go outside,” he said and a wide smile appeared on his face. The both of them laughed. “Now wipe away those tears and go to sleep. Everything will be okay.”

Just in that moment the door opened again, leaving through the figure of the mistress of the house. “Oh, you’re still here? Good. Good. Come on, honey! Come on and see where your dear maid hid my necklace.”

Alicia felt the hairs on her back prickle and she knew it all too well that it wasn’t from the wind entering in the room through the open window. What was Mrs. Wyatt talking about? She hadn’t even seen her necklace for God’s sake.

Without a word Steven let go of her shoulders and followed his wife out of the room and down the stairs. Alicia ran behind them and soon all the lights in the mansion were ablaze and the three of them stood in her tiny room. Standing in the middle of it was the guard of the house, clutching something in his hand.

“Now what do you say to this? You still think she’s innocent?” Elizabeth proudly pointed at the guard who handed her a diamante necklace with a golden chain.

A gasp escaped Alicia’s mouth at the sight of it and her feet seemed to be glued to the filthy carpet. That wasn’t possible. Never in her wildest dreams would Alicia do something like that. Not if her life depended on it.

“It’s not possible,” Alicia voiced her thoughts.

“Well we all see it is!” Elizabeth scowled at her.

“Where did you find this?” Steven asked the guard.

“Here, sir. In this book, sir. It was hidden somewhere in the middle, sir, and after combing through the whole room I found it there, sir,” the man in his fifties that had served in the house even before Alicia was hired explained, evidently nervous.

“I will get to the bottom of this,” Steven said furiously and left the room. Elizabeth followed him smiling.

Alicia was still shaking unbelievably when the guard approached her. “I am sorry, miss, but I did what I had to do.”

She nodded and was finally alone in her now chaotic room. Everything was scattered all around; all of her books were turned upside down on the bed, her clothes were a huge ball of textile on the floor. As if it wasn’t enough crying for the day, tears again welled up in her hazel eyes, but she did not cry. She pushed the books off her bed sheets and just lay on her bed in a fetus position trying to sleep. Trying so hard to close her eyelids and make everything disappear, make everything just a terrible nightmare she would get through and laugh at in the morning. Sadly, that wasn’t what happened.

Even before she could get a sip of a good night’s sleep, the morning came and the rays of sun woke her up earlier than she had imagined. Yawning she noticed the small clock next to her bed showing 7AM and abruptly rose from her bed. The events from the previous night were still dancing before her eyes in a haze, leaving her miserable, groggy and wanting to stay in bed the whole day. However, the Wyatt mansion was waiting for her attention. Mrs. Wyatt was waiting for her breakfast. Mr. Wyatt was waiting for his clean shoes to greet him on the porch. It seemed that the whole world was waiting for something from her, so she stood up with a low growl and rubbed her eyes.

The pajamas were in a blink replaced with a white shirt, black knee-length skirt and a white apron together with a black and white cap neatly placed on her head. Without looking back at her messy room she hurried to the kitchen hoping that her presence would remain unregistered by her bosses while her mind was sorting out the countless thoughts on whether she would keep her job, go to jail or whether her bosses would be angry at her. After a couple of minutes of thinking which seemed like hours to her, her answers were – probably, God forbid, definitely.

Noticing the living room empty, she sighed in relief and quickly went to the cupboard in the entrance hall. For some reason her hands couldn’t stop shaking. Maybe it was from stress or just an after effect from the previous night, but she couldn’t bring herself to take Steven Wyatt’s coat and clean it of hairs. Eventually she gave up and headed for the kitchen. Halfway through and she hit a barrier, not believing that she had done it again.