The Billionaire's Maid man×boy (reposted)

Chapter 20

I'm saying this again, Lucas slaps Anthony in this chapter and that is abusive no matter if he's smaller or if Anthony likes it. I don't endorse that and I'm saying this as a warning.

Lucas

I look up in the mirror and glare at the small strand of hair that's standing up and refusing to stick with the others in the two french braids that are on my head.

Waking up on Monday is never pleasant and besides that, having to work harder than usual the whole day just so everything looks perfect for a gala makes the day even more unpleasant. 

Taking that and my moody character into consideration I had no motivation to change into my uniform for the gala that's about to start. 

And when Veronica announced that Derek, Forrest and I together with Justin -just the four of us and other two girls I don't know- are the only ones serving tonight my mood got even more moody and annoyed.

Besides the fact that I will see Marianne, I will encounter Beatrice and I will wear this boring outfit I also have to work with Justin. To my luck, inspiration came over me and I decided to not let my boring clothes destroy my mood and do something cool with my hair since it's partially long. 

So here I am, in front of a mirror, Veronica behind me securing my french braids with a few bobby pins.

My braids look different. Usually, girls have long french braids that reach low on their back but mines are short -too short. They end where my scalp ends and just two little puffs of the hair that couldn't be braided are oddly standing at the bottom like two little clouds of curls.

Two reasons for this odd choice of style; I don't want my hair to fall into my face the whole night; I'm not known for strong hair and I suffer from mild hair loss and given that I'm blond and now wearing a black top I though that it wouldn't be very nice for my fallen hair strands to be seen sprawled across my back.

I also feel suffocated -turtlenecks are not something I'm familiar with but tonight is a sacrifice because the next day the uniform will be back on me. Tonight, I'm sparing myself from embarrassment and weird looks from rich people and people in general.

"It looks cute," Veronica states with a smile and runs her hands over the braids once more.

We leave the changing room and walk to the room where the gala is held in. Everything is prepared, the food, the drinks, the decorations are all in place. The band is supposed to arrive in fifteen minutes and place their equipment on the stage in one corner of the huge room where they will be playing classical music the whole night. 

Round tables are placed around the room just like they would be at a wedding reception. They have names in front of every chair so the guests know where their seats are.

No one has arrived yet and Mr. Anthony is probably in his room getting ready but I don't see why he would take so much time hence he's supposed to only wear a tuxedo and style his hair a little bit.

Veronica walks me to the ballroom where I meet Justin standing alone at a table which I know for a fact that he's not supposed to stand at.

After Veronica leaves I walk to Justin with small steps -it would be weird to stand at the other side of the room if he's also here.

"Bold choice to approach the devil himself." Justin jokes while playing with the bracelets on his wrists, a distant smile on his face.

I contemplate if I should sit on the chair next to him but then decide that it's better if I just lean on the table edge, my hands behind me and supporting my weight.