Elodie Hart;
"Tasting her is like heaven. But Harlow isn't heaven. Nor is she hell; Harlow is the f*cking devil herself, with her sharp intimidation and her cruel way of things, but she tastes nothing like it. She tastes of sweetness and determinati...
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Since this morning there's been a lot of chatter around the kitchen from the maids. As usual, in the dining room as well, but for the most part, everyone is talking in mainly Spanish, so I can't really understand. Of course, not being here long enough to know which topics are important enough and which aren't, I didn't think much of what everyone was saying; but some constant word drops did make me dive straight into concern.
Italian mafia, attack, Christmas.
Now, that's enough to make me weary and concerned for the rest of the day - or at least until I figure out everything linking those words together and what they even mean for all of us at the mansion.
Since all of the maids and I had wrapped up dinner preparations faster than usual, we were waiting around in the kitchens, enjoying a small break before we were set to serve all the meals.
Elena, Vera, and I stood in a line against the counters, Vera focused on her phone, while me and Elena observed the kitchen. I spot Sam on the other side of the kitchen, making no effort at all (unsurprisingly) to listen to the other maids' conversations in a way that seems discreet. She looks over to us, noticing my stare and the single eyebrow furrowed at her, then throws an eyebrow raised at me back. She stands for another few seconds, clearly listening in again to the group of maids behind her while she pretends to stay busy in the kitchen. She 'cleans' the surface below her, and then once she's done, she puts her stuff away and struts over to us like she couldn't wait any longer to spit out the information she heard.
She comes over and places herself in front of us three. "You won't believe what I just heard." She tells us, getting both Vera and Elena's attention.
Vera smiles at her. "Were you seriously eavesdropping again?" She asks and Sam's mouth falls agape, pretending to be offended at Vera's question.
Sam scoffs. "No but seriously, I've heard some big stuff," She looks at us like we're stupid when we don't respond, "Have you seriously not heard a peep today?" She says, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I've heard talk since this morning," I reply, earning a nod of agreement from Elena, then a sort of shrug from Vera.
"Whatcha hear?" Sam asks, walking over to my side and propping herself up against the counter.
"Well, I heard stuff about the Italian mafia. Some sort of talk of an attack, something about Christmas, or well December twenty-fifth." I stay specific to everything I've heard when I give her the information, though I know those parts have been circling the mansion all morning - they're bound to have been heard everywhere by now.
Humming for a second, she looks up at me, taking the information I gave her in. "I heard that the Italian mafia are planning a big attack on the Spanish mafia on Christmas Day. The day of that yearly ball thing. It's in France this year." That sounds about right from what I've heard today. With a little extra added information.
