“Are you alright?” Letto asked as he approached the moaning girl “Do you need some help?”
She looked at him with a piercing gaze and furiously asked: “What does it look like, does it look like I’m fine?”
Letto was dumbstruck for a moment. “Another snob rich girl” he thought.
“Look miss, I’m here trying to help you. You could at least be nice and polite towards me don’t you think?”
Letto never really liked the snob girls. “Cows who think they can eat the grass that belong to other people and get away with it “. Those were his thoughts on the kind of girl that lay before him on the floor.
He wasn’t really feeling in the mood of bearing with some spoiled rich girl’s demands, he got enough of that with his teacher’s friends and clients.
He turned his back on her and started to walk away, if she was going to be bitchy, then she could be it all she wanted by herself. He gave a few steps before the girl started calling his name and asking him to stay with her.
Letto wasn’t one to hold grudges and after all it wasn’t the girl’s fault that she didn’t know how to treat people correctly, it was her rich parents and the education they usually gave to this girls. He turned back a helped the girl off the floor.
As she tried to put her foot on the floor she moaned and lost her balance on his arms.
Letto decided to lift her up on his arms and carry her towards her house.
“You will have to help me here like I’m helping you” Letto told her as he got down to pick the bag with Johansten’s stuff. “Carry that bag for me will you?”
She looked at him grudgingly and picked up the bag with unnecessary force, carrying it on her lap like a baby.
“What’s your name?” Letto asked politely.
“Are you trying to seduce me?” The girl asked in a very shocked way.
“No,” Letto said “I’m trying to know where to take you so you can be back to your maids and your house, so I need a name.”
The girl looked frightened for a second and then answered very slowly: “ Anabelle, Anabelle Knotworth…”
Letto stopped for a second. The Knotworth’s were very rigid people from what he had heard people say and this girl was in really bad trouble if she really was the Knotworth’s daughter.
He had heard people talk about her, the long blond curly hair, her fair skin and those cheeks who were always wearing that slight shade of pink that made her look flushed all the time.
They used to say that her actions, the way she eyed people, even the way she walked, made it look like she wanted to break free from something that wasn’t really palpable but that you still could feel it.
“Shouldn’t you be accompanied by a maid or something? Last time I heard respectable ladies didn’t wander off by themselves…”
“You are with me aren’t you? Then I’m not really by myself!” She stated in an arrogant way.
Letto just rolled his eyes and thought: “Not worth it…”
It took them about forty-five minutes to get to the knotworth’s mansion and once they got there, they were received by a great deal of servants holding raged dogs, who were ready to bite off Letto’s leg the minute e stepped inside the murals.
“Get them away!” She ordered “Get them away from us!”
The servants did as she asked a she pointed Letto to get into the house.
He too did as she said he was afraid that if he didn’t do so, the dog’s barking at his legs would come back and that time, she wouldn’t do anything about it.
He was led by a great amount of servants towards a room inside the big mansion. They told him to wait as they took Anabelle out of his arms and replaced the wet paper bag into his hands.
He waited for about half an hour until a very richly dressed man came into the room accompanied by a woman that looked a great deal with Anabelle, only older.
He took three grand steps towards Letto and looked at him with very serious eyes.
Letto extended his hand and Mr. Knotworth stood in his place just looking at it, not even making a small effort to shake it.
That was when Letto saw the mud on his hands and quickly hid them from Mr. Knotworth’s view.
“What’s your name boy?” the man asked in his arrogant a deep voice.
“Letto sir”
“Letto…And tell me Letto, who do you work for? Who’s your master?”
“I’m sorry sir, but I’m no servant, I’m a pupil to the opera writer Johansten”
Mr. Knotworth’s eyebrows rised as he looked at him with an amazed looked.
“An artist are you, a musician?”
“I’m trying really hard sir and I hope to be as good as my teacher one day”
“Humf…” was all Mr. Knotworth said as he went over to a desk that was in the room and took an envelope out of there and started to count money out of it.
“No no no no no no sir….” Letto said more embarrassed than ever “I didn’t help your daughter for money and I will not accept it.”
Mr. Knotworth looked at him again with the amazed look he had given him a few moments ago and put the money in front of Letto so he would reach for it.
Letto got up looked at the couple and without giving a second look at the money Mr. Knotworth had put if front of him said: “Have a really nice day”. He bowed to them and left without further conversation.
It was already night when Letto arrived home from his shopping and Johansten was already pacing up and down the large room that belonged to his house.
“Where were you Letto?” Johansten asked, clearly relived for the fact that Letto was fine and in good health.
Letto told his master everything that had happened that day and, as was expected from someone as Johansten, he overreacted like he always did on everything.
“You were all alone with the Knotworth’s daughter on a lonely muddy road and you took her home cuddled on your arms?! What were you thinking?!”
Leave it to Johansten to take something as simple as helping a needing girl into something indecent and worth of the greatest of shames.
“Don’t worry master, nothing happened. I just stumbled upon the girl on the road.”
“Don’t worry? DON’T WORRY? YOU JUST PRAY THAT CHARLES KNOTWORTH DOESN’T GET YOU ARRESTED FOR HIS DAUGHTER’S RAPE AND KIDNAPING!”
“He didn’t think that I raped her master.”
“How can you possibly say that?”
“He tried to pay me…”
“He tried… And you didn’t accept?”
“No”
“Why not?”
“Because I didn’t help the girl for money”
“Who cares???”
“I care”
You are a strange boy Letto”
Letto just shrugged and went to his room that was located in the lower floor, next to his music studio.
The next Morning Letto woke up with his master handing him a letter that was addressed from Mr. Knotworth.
The Letter thanked him for helping his daughter and invited him and his master to his house that afternoon for a cup of tea.
Johansten was out of himself. It wasn’t his first invitation to a rich person’s house, but the Knotworth’s were richer than any rich person in town and that was a big deal to Johansten.
Letto’s master made him put his best suit on and made him brush his hair more than necessary.
When the time came, they both took the cab to Carrots Street.
They were received by Mr. Knotworth himself. A big smile on his face, that made a big contrast with his serious look on the day before, and with a big welcome he inveted them in.
He took them both to a room where Anabelle and her mother were, sitting on what looked like to be a very comfy couch.
Anabelle was all dressed in black, and that colour made her look sick due to the whiteness of her skin.
Her blond curls were pined up into a glamorous hairdo and her eyes looked very sad.
He introduced us to his wife and daughter and then asked us to sit down on another couch that decorated the large room.
We talked about my learning all afternoon. Anabelle would look at me with deep sad eyes to lower her eyes to towards the floor again.
“I would love to hear that talent that your master says you have Letto. Your master tells me that you play the piano, please play for me and my family” And he took Letto to the grand piano that they had on the room.
He sat down on the piano bench and started playing, his music entering the room in a romantic soft way.
When the song finished and the room went silent, Letto heard some enthusiastic claps from behind him.
Mr. and Mrs Knotworth were standing and clapping with huge smiles on their faces.
“Very good, very good my boy. You really are as talented as your teacher says.”
Mr. Knotworth turned to Johansten and said: “I want to make a proposal, If you could accompany me and my wife to my office mr Johanesten I woul be very grateful”
Johansten agreed, not giving it second thoughts.
“Anabelle, while we’re gone do me a favour and behave. I think you did enough for the next month” And then her father exited the room followed by the other two persons involved on that private meeting.
We sat silent for long minutes until Letto heard her little voice say “I’m sorry”
Letto looked up at her and saw that she was looking at him with the same sad eyes she had used all afternoon.
*deadmoonqueen*
She looked at him with a piercing gaze and furiously asked: “What does it look like, does it look like I’m fine?”
Letto was dumbstruck for a moment. “Another snob rich girl” he thought.
“Look miss, I’m here trying to help you. You could at least be nice and polite towards me don’t you think?”
Letto never really liked the snob girls. “Cows who think they can eat the grass that belong to other people and get away with it “. Those were his thoughts on the kind of girl that lay before him on the floor.
He wasn’t really feeling in the mood of bearing with some spoiled rich girl’s demands, he got enough of that with his teacher’s friends and clients.
He turned his back on her and started to walk away, if she was going to be bitchy, then she could be it all she wanted by herself. He gave a few steps before the girl started calling his name and asking him to stay with her.
Letto wasn’t one to hold grudges and after all it wasn’t the girl’s fault that she didn’t know how to treat people correctly, it was her rich parents and the education they usually gave to this girls. He turned back a helped the girl off the floor.
As she tried to put her foot on the floor she moaned and lost her balance on his arms.
Letto decided to lift her up on his arms and carry her towards her house.
“You will have to help me here like I’m helping you” Letto told her as he got down to pick the bag with Johansten’s stuff. “Carry that bag for me will you?”
She looked at him grudgingly and picked up the bag with unnecessary force, carrying it on her lap like a baby.
“What’s your name?” Letto asked politely.
“Are you trying to seduce me?” The girl asked in a very shocked way.
“No,” Letto said “I’m trying to know where to take you so you can be back to your maids and your house, so I need a name.”
The girl looked frightened for a second and then answered very slowly: “ Anabelle, Anabelle Knotworth…”
Letto stopped for a second. The Knotworth’s were very rigid people from what he had heard people say and this girl was in really bad trouble if she really was the Knotworth’s daughter.
He had heard people talk about her, the long blond curly hair, her fair skin and those cheeks who were always wearing that slight shade of pink that made her look flushed all the time.
They used to say that her actions, the way she eyed people, even the way she walked, made it look like she wanted to break free from something that wasn’t really palpable but that you still could feel it.
“Shouldn’t you be accompanied by a maid or something? Last time I heard respectable ladies didn’t wander off by themselves…”
“You are with me aren’t you? Then I’m not really by myself!” She stated in an arrogant way.
Letto just rolled his eyes and thought: “Not worth it…”
It took them about forty-five minutes to get to the knotworth’s mansion and once they got there, they were received by a great deal of servants holding raged dogs, who were ready to bite off Letto’s leg the minute e stepped inside the murals.
“Get them away!” She ordered “Get them away from us!”
The servants did as she asked a she pointed Letto to get into the house.
He too did as she said he was afraid that if he didn’t do so, the dog’s barking at his legs would come back and that time, she wouldn’t do anything about it.
He was led by a great amount of servants towards a room inside the big mansion. They told him to wait as they took Anabelle out of his arms and replaced the wet paper bag into his hands.
He waited for about half an hour until a very richly dressed man came into the room accompanied by a woman that looked a great deal with Anabelle, only older.
He took three grand steps towards Letto and looked at him with very serious eyes.
Letto extended his hand and Mr. Knotworth stood in his place just looking at it, not even making a small effort to shake it.
That was when Letto saw the mud on his hands and quickly hid them from Mr. Knotworth’s view.
“What’s your name boy?” the man asked in his arrogant a deep voice.
“Letto sir”
“Letto…And tell me Letto, who do you work for? Who’s your master?”
“I’m sorry sir, but I’m no servant, I’m a pupil to the opera writer Johansten”
Mr. Knotworth’s eyebrows rised as he looked at him with an amazed looked.
“An artist are you, a musician?”
“I’m trying really hard sir and I hope to be as good as my teacher one day”
“Humf…” was all Mr. Knotworth said as he went over to a desk that was in the room and took an envelope out of there and started to count money out of it.
“No no no no no no sir….” Letto said more embarrassed than ever “I didn’t help your daughter for money and I will not accept it.”
Mr. Knotworth looked at him again with the amazed look he had given him a few moments ago and put the money in front of Letto so he would reach for it.
Letto got up looked at the couple and without giving a second look at the money Mr. Knotworth had put if front of him said: “Have a really nice day”. He bowed to them and left without further conversation.
It was already night when Letto arrived home from his shopping and Johansten was already pacing up and down the large room that belonged to his house.
“Where were you Letto?” Johansten asked, clearly relived for the fact that Letto was fine and in good health.
Letto told his master everything that had happened that day and, as was expected from someone as Johansten, he overreacted like he always did on everything.
“You were all alone with the Knotworth’s daughter on a lonely muddy road and you took her home cuddled on your arms?! What were you thinking?!”
Leave it to Johansten to take something as simple as helping a needing girl into something indecent and worth of the greatest of shames.
“Don’t worry master, nothing happened. I just stumbled upon the girl on the road.”
“Don’t worry? DON’T WORRY? YOU JUST PRAY THAT CHARLES KNOTWORTH DOESN’T GET YOU ARRESTED FOR HIS DAUGHTER’S RAPE AND KIDNAPING!”
“He didn’t think that I raped her master.”
“How can you possibly say that?”
“He tried to pay me…”
“He tried… And you didn’t accept?”
“No”
“Why not?”
“Because I didn’t help the girl for money”
“Who cares???”
“I care”
You are a strange boy Letto”
Letto just shrugged and went to his room that was located in the lower floor, next to his music studio.
The next Morning Letto woke up with his master handing him a letter that was addressed from Mr. Knotworth.
The Letter thanked him for helping his daughter and invited him and his master to his house that afternoon for a cup of tea.
Johansten was out of himself. It wasn’t his first invitation to a rich person’s house, but the Knotworth’s were richer than any rich person in town and that was a big deal to Johansten.
Letto’s master made him put his best suit on and made him brush his hair more than necessary.
When the time came, they both took the cab to Carrots Street.
They were received by Mr. Knotworth himself. A big smile on his face, that made a big contrast with his serious look on the day before, and with a big welcome he inveted them in.
He took them both to a room where Anabelle and her mother were, sitting on what looked like to be a very comfy couch.
Anabelle was all dressed in black, and that colour made her look sick due to the whiteness of her skin.
Her blond curls were pined up into a glamorous hairdo and her eyes looked very sad.
He introduced us to his wife and daughter and then asked us to sit down on another couch that decorated the large room.
We talked about my learning all afternoon. Anabelle would look at me with deep sad eyes to lower her eyes to towards the floor again.
“I would love to hear that talent that your master says you have Letto. Your master tells me that you play the piano, please play for me and my family” And he took Letto to the grand piano that they had on the room.
He sat down on the piano bench and started playing, his music entering the room in a romantic soft way.
When the song finished and the room went silent, Letto heard some enthusiastic claps from behind him.
Mr. and Mrs Knotworth were standing and clapping with huge smiles on their faces.
“Very good, very good my boy. You really are as talented as your teacher says.”
Mr. Knotworth turned to Johansten and said: “I want to make a proposal, If you could accompany me and my wife to my office mr Johanesten I woul be very grateful”
Johansten agreed, not giving it second thoughts.
“Anabelle, while we’re gone do me a favour and behave. I think you did enough for the next month” And then her father exited the room followed by the other two persons involved on that private meeting.
We sat silent for long minutes until Letto heard her little voice say “I’m sorry”
Letto looked up at her and saw that she was looking at him with the same sad eyes she had used all afternoon.
*deadmoonqueen*
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