"Rosa, please wake up," a sweet voice fills my ears.
I slowly blink open my eyes and see Emilia, my servant that helps me for parties and such. "What?" I groan.
Someone's arms wrap around me and I realize that it's Mason. "Ma'am?" his voice is deep and husky.
"Oh my, this isn't good," Emilia says. "Your dad isn't going to be happy with you getting close to Mason."
"What time is it?" I yawn and start stretching.
"Dinner time and everyone is worried sick about you."
"How did you know we were?" Mason asks as he helps me up.
"I know Rosa like a sister," Emilia smiles and in the light I see her green eyes twinkle. Her light brown hair is up in a tight bun, she's my age and my height, way to pretty to be working for someone. One day I'll help her in some way. Take her with Mason and me when we move to Paris, maybe. If we even go to Paris.
"I'm so glad this house is far from the main one," I say.
"We better get going then," Mason says. "What's your father going to say about all this?"
"He'll never know."
*An Hour Later*
"You can't just run off like that Rosa," Mother brings me into a hug and kisses the top of my head.
"I was fine mom," I sigh. "I just needed some alone time to get some work done."
"Did you like the house though?" Father asks.
"It was nice." Just far enough away from this house I could actually forget it was here.
"I was worried where you went," Zack says. "I missed you all day."
"Then I think you and Rosa should eat alone this evening," Father says.
"That's alright Father," I say. "I'd like to eat with you and Mother as well."
"Nonsense," he chuckles. "You and Zack need to get know each other anyways."
*Thirty Minutes Later*
"I'm not enjoying this," I say as I take a bite of my sandwich.
"I am. How was your day?" Zack smirks.
"It was wonderful. I actually forgot about you. Mason is a real gentleman."
"He's a servant."
"But a better man than you'll ever be."
"I could tell your father and get him fired and you wouldn't be able to see him again."
"You wouldn't. I'd lock myself in my room. Never come out again."
"I'm not going to tell him."
"You can't because you'd lose me," I push my chair away from the table and stand up. "We are done here. Keep trying to accept me as your future wife. I never will be. My hearts taken."