The Poor Girl And The Rich Boy

Kitchen

Mrs Griffin remains in the tea room for her hopefully loyal fiancé to come home. However Trevor and I wait in the kitchen.

"Help yourself to anything in the fridge," Trevor tells me. Become more comfortable around him I feel okay to open his fridge. I look around, it's the biggest fridge in the world! Filled with food. I feel warm hand wrap around me and a tall body behind me. Trevor hugs me from behind. "Thank you for doing his," he smiles, resting his chin on my head "I know it's not easy considering you hate me mum," he adds. I turn to face him. "Shh! She only in the other room," I order
"Calm down. Sound proof walls," he chuckles "Of corse," I sigh.

I shut the door with my foot and kiss him. His soft lips once again on mine and for once it feels right and pressureless. "Your mum would stab me if she saw this," I joke
"Probably."

I hear the front door swing open and I pull away from Trevor. He kisses me on my head and walks into the hall. "Steve. We need to talk," he says with a strong voice. I decide to give the family some alone time and wait in the kitchen. By alone time I meant on their own but I want to hear this. I get a glass out the cupboard and press it against the wall but Trevor was right, sound proof walls.

I admit defeat and put the glass back, one thing I hate about walls is you can't hurt them, when they annoy you there's nothing you can do back but kick them which ends up hurting you more.

The door opens to the kitchen but before anyone comes in, I hop on to a seat, pretending to mind my own business. But it's only the butler from earlier.

"What's it like working for them?" I ask
"It's okay I guess. Pays well, they aren't that bad. The Mrs of the house can be a pain but please don't tell her I said that," he begs as he puts the tray down on the island "I won't."
"The kid and the new man isn't that bad. They both know my name and use it where as the old bat gave me a name. Jeeves, she said that should be a butlers name so that's what she calls me. The other two have called me it before, but I think it was an accident from hearing it." He explains
"What's the worst job Trevor's got you to do?" I ask
"Well I just serve food and get them snacks and drinks so non of them are that bad on that but don't get me wrong Trevor can be a diva", he says which makes me laugh.

The man is fairly old, mid fifties probably. He's putting away the dishes and glasses that Mrs Griffin just used. "What's Mrs Griffins real name?" I ask
"I don't know, she has me call her madam but I think it's Cassandra or at least that's what Steve calls her most the time." Jeeves turns and knocks a glass off the side of the island and it smashes on to at least a million pieces on the floor. Some fly into my leg and cut it.

"I'm so sorry!" He exclaims and grabs a pan and brush "Oh Madam will have me hung for this," he sobs.