TRAPPED Marriage

Gossip

It turns out that all things in this world also have knowledge, including holding a tray to transport moctails to the living room.

"Is it okay - what if you wait for it?"

"I don't mind, it's interesting"

"Is not Mr. Toby angry"

"I'm in charge, and the others are busy, right? Lunch time is also close"

Cheff piere finally let me deliver the moctail to the living room. While he immediately prepared lunch in the dining room.

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"I've been wanting to match my son to Toby for a long time, but you really surprised me with Toby's wedding coming up" one of Mama's friends apparently brought up our marriage.

"Kids Now It's like that, don't like their parents to interfere" said another

"Especially Toby who is a top Celebrity, maybe he must be worried about being disturbed by the media"

"That's how" Toby's mother chimed in briefly, as if reluctant to discuss.

"I heard your son-in-law's news anchor at 6 in the morning?"

" It's true, but she's stopped after marriage" Mama replied.

"Which woman wants to stay in the workforce when she gets a rich husband like Toby?" once again another friend gave an opinion.

"True, do you know his parents? Did they have no particular intention of marrying off his daughter so quickly"

"We only know at a glance, but so far they are quite busy with their lives without burdening us" Mama still able to answer gracefully.

"Thank God, sometimes they just use their daughter as a tool. Hearts of today"

"really"

Uhf... Is that what they think when a different-class wedding happens? So we'll be suspected of being parasites?

I took a deep breath, trying to straighten my steps as much as possible with 6 glasses on the tray in my hand. Maybe I can't look beautiful. But I can't be low.

"I wonder what kind of woman Toby married after she turned down the match we arranged with my daughter Stevanie"

The sentence was thrown from one of Mama's friends as I steadied my steps to enter the living room.

I threw a smile at all the guests and started handing out moctails to them.

"New helper?" Ask one of them.

I just looked at Mama for a moment that was clearly unrequited. And immediately retreated after doing my duty without denying that I was not a maid.

I slowly left the middle room without saying any sentences. Even in the heart, though,

" Am I that bad?" I tried to see my reflection on the kitchen fridge door 'The expensive clothes Toby picked didn't necessarily make me go to class. Although they should realize it is impossible for the waiter to wear designer clothes, right?' my mind again

" Miss? " Cheff Pierre woke up my daydream.

"He didn't tell you?"

"Mr Reynard said she might come home, but she asked you to make sure"

I'm nodding.

"Aahs... Pierre how many servants there are in this house if I may know"

"There were eight servants, two guards, three gardeners and two cheffs"

Waw.. Surprisingly enough, they turned out to be quite extravagant or very rich. Without Toby they're just two.

" And margareth's mother as House manager and one driver who is usually for Mr. Reynard's needs"

"If Madam?"

"He usually doesn't go much Margaret or one of the gardeners who delivers"

I'm starting to roughly calculate how much this house costs?

"You need a waiter, there's always a break in the back house"

"The back house?"

"It's a house for the servants to stay and also a rest area for the other staff"

"Ah.. Ok.. I'll call Toby and let you know right away"

Foetish... Foeto..

"Have we missed me?" Toby replied as he lifted Telphon from me.

"Thank you for being kind enough to know if you're going to have lunch at home" I asked directly to the point.

"It seems so, but it might be a little late because the road is a little jammed"

"Then we'll get ready"

"You're still in the kitchen?"

"yeah.."

Toby was heard breathing out "You should rest Sand"

"I'm bored.. I'm closing down first" I'm gonna call right away.

"Toby's going to lunch, but it might be too late" Sampaiku told Cheff pierre."I'll just have lunch in the room"

" You didn't join the dining table?"

I just shook my head and immediately left the kitchen.

In my logic I couldn't possibly embarrass Mama who didn't deny about 'whether I'm a new waitress' by joining a table meal with them.