Details

Chapter 1: Meeting Prince Charming

Welcome to the first chapter of 'Details'.

Reading the Ghost Bird stories on Wattpad saved me from going insane while waiting for The Healing Power of Sugar.

So to all you awesome authors, thank you!

I have been going back and forth about writing my own story for a while now, and have finally gathered the courage to post the first chapter.

Hopefully I can give you another story to enjoy while we wait for the next books.

I would love to hear your thoughts and suggestions.

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[This is a fanfiction based on C.L. Stone's Ghost Bird series. Credit for anything taken from the original books goes to her.]

Chapter 1: Meeting Prince Charming

Sang P.O.V.

There was a terribly expensive looking vase up ahead and I could just imagine it shattering as it hit the ground. While I was fairly sure I could make it through the hallway without causing a catastrophe, the vase seemed to symbolize just how much I should not be there. I stopped in the middle of the hallway and bit my lip nervously.

The trembling of the delicate tea set provided a soundtrack to my worrying. I was supposed to continue to the third door to the left, knock, go in and take the tea and snack to Mr. and Mrs. Morgan's son, then leave before I made a fool out of myself. Even after a week of meeting new people and working closely with others, the prospect of introducing myself to my employers' son was daunting.

Chickening out wasn't an option either. Muriel would skin me alive. Normally she would insist on serving the young Mr. Morgan herself, but since she woke up with an unfortunate spot on her forehead this morning she decided stay out of his sight today. Lucky me.

While Victor Morgan had been back from a trip since Wednesday, I hadn't had the chance to meet him yet. I tried to tell myself that he was just a boy, that I'd be fine. Then again, if he was anything like his parents I had ample reason to worry.

Listening to Muriel, however, you'd think he looked like Adonis and had invented sliced bread. Oh the intimidating clichés.

The bright side? If I messed up too badly, perhaps they'd fire me and I could go back to my life. Not that my life had been very exciting, really, but even boredom and frustration were better than this. These first steps into society had me constantly terrified. I'd been so stressed since I had started working at the Morgan residence last week that I had been tempted to check for grey hairs.

I shook my head and tried to brush away my worries. Suck it up, Sang.

I carefully moved around the vase of doom and knocked on the door to Mr. Morgan's room before I could change my mind. I could hear movement through the door that sounded like typing, then a drawer was closed.

"Come in." Oh, his voice was deeper than I'd expected from a guy my age. I opened the door with one hand as I balanced the tray on another. The smell of moss and berries greeted me as I stepped in. It was a wonderful and calm smell and I had to resist the urge to inhale deeply.

I was so focused on not dropping anything that I only looked up once I was standing in his room with the tray safely back in both hands.

His front room was styled much like the rest of the house. Dainty furniture in light colors was carefully arranged around the room with a grand black piano as the centerpiece. Not a thing seemed out of place-except for a dark wooden desk covered in electronics.