-3- morning & breakfast

Hold my hands baby

Chapter three

I woke up feeling very......... healthy and rested ?

I slowly open my eyes , not wanting the rare comfort to go away.

Until I realized the sheets of my bed were navy blue instead of black.

It wasn't my bed.

'oh my mother fucker universe,why are you doing this to me?' I thought, I sat properly in the bed, rubbing my head and trying to figure out what happened last night.

I met Mychelda,we talked for two hours ,and ..... nothing.

"Okay" I muttered, stepping out the cloud bed . I was in a long silk and white nightgown, which suits me perfectly.I wonder how and why I'm wearing this nightgown, I oddly feel comfortable in it.

I made my way out of the room after checking if I wasn't looking like a monster in a mirror.

I found myself in a large hallway , With numerous doors. I walked to his end and met a large stair white marble stairs. As soon as I passed the last staircase I heard something like someone cooking.

I followed the sound of a very fast chopping.

Mychelda

She was wearing a big white shirt whose sleeves were rolled up, short jeans on knees , minimalist gold jewelry. She had her hair gelled just like last night. She was chopping tomatoes very fastly , she seemed very concentrated on it.

I wonder if she could go that fast and this concentrated if she was hitting my......

"You're awake" her voice echoed in the room .

"Yes" I said now sitting in a long chair across the island where she was working.

Oddly, I felt very comfortable and familiar with this place or even Mychelda herself. Like I always  have been here.

I looked at the room, it was a large modern kitchen, navy blue and grey .

"Good morning, Atmiz"

Mychelda suddenly appears across from me with a cup of coffee. I presumed.

"Well.. good morning to you too and thanks " I smiled before taking a sip in that black coffee.

"Mhmm" I moaned. " What coffee is this ? Are you a barista?"

She smiled and turned to the oven, cooking.

"It's Haitian traditional coffee" she explained " my favorite"

"Haitian you said?" I asked, nothing but curious.

She hummed

"So.....you can make those Haitian recipes too?"

"Well if you show me some Italian recipes I might show off Haitian ones" .

"Okay"

I carefully drink my coffee until I remember that I still don't know what happened last night.

"Mychelda?"

"Yes Atmiz " she answered, taking two plates from a shelf.

"I don't remember anything from last night,and I want to know "

"Since when do you remember? since we met or since the party finished?"

"I don't know I just remembered you and I talking and then nothing ".

"After our conversation" she began, opening the fridge.

"We went back to the party which was already finished, you were a bit drunk, so I decided to take you home.

"That is" she concluded by placing a pot of apple juice in front of me

"But I could sleep at Desora's mansion"

"I know "

"And you aren't telling me the full story " I muttered but she heard.

"Oh yeah!? "

She turned around and finally met my gaze.

She was smirking, devilishly " you gotta beg for it" she stares at me for a moment and I felt myself growing weirdly hot

I glanced down, licking my lips and poking the marble island with my nails.

"can I help you ?"

She nodded and I stood up.

After breakfast I helped her clean up.

"It's just 8 and I don't know if you have things to do but if you want to stay, I will happy to have your company " she said drying her hand from washing dishes.

" I normally would stay until you told me what happened last night but I have to go , unfortunately "

"Alright, let's go take care of the queen then"

She said slowly driving me to her room .

So... what do y'all think about Mychelda?

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