Writers’ Journal #163 – Fried Potato – 47

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“Well, don’t just stand there. Take the dress that you wore yesterday.” said Georgia.

Malee understood the order,, but she didn’t know where and how to take that dress. Looking at the number of dresses, skirts , and other accessories had temporarily numbed her mind and her eyes. She stood in front of the walk-in wardrobe like a statue till Georgia pushed her aside to grab the black dress in the middle of her other dresses.

“Here is the dress. Change over there.” said Georgia, pushing the dress to Malee was still in shock. Georgia wondered if Malee would ever keep her senses from the shock look on her face. And her wardrobe paled compared to what Princess Merkel, George’s fiance that was arriving the next day, had at her palace.  If not for the location near to George’s school, they would stay at the much bigger house near the central Bangkok, Georgia sighed.

Malee nodded slowly and walked even slower to the room Georgia pointed. If she was in a daze after looking at the wardrobe, she nearly fainted after going into the room. It was Georgia’s bath room and bigger than Malee’s own bedroom in the servant’s house. It had a standing shower and the bathtub and full body length mirror along with make-up station. Malee tried to close her eyes and struggled to change to the black dress before she lost conscious from having to absorb such dazzling arrays of luxuries. Somehow, she managed to got into the dress and came out of the room in time to see Georgia holding a paid of high-heeled shoes.

“Try this. I bought a new model so I don’t need this anymore.” said Georgia. Malee had wear no shoes other than the pair of rubber slippers, so it took her a while before she could slip her feet into the heels. Then she fell once she stood up to Georgia’s laughter.It was plain to see for Georgia that Malee had never worn the heels, nevermind those high heels that she gave it to her. But a servant with a slipper would be outstanding in the crowd she was expecting for the party, not to mention VIPs from several European countries. She would need to use all her intelligence to somehow polish Malee into a someone resembles a high class maid at least. It was a bigger challenge than she had initially thought.

Malee got up and tried to walk in the high heel but fell down again, but she held on to the table nearby and crawled her way around it. Then the door opened with George standing behind it.

“Don’t you have manners? There are ladies here.” shouted Georgia. She wondered what would happen if George would do the same after the princess had arrived. She knew from her sister how delicate Princess Merkel was, and here was her brother opening doors like uncivilized people on the street. She wondered if she should spend more time with coaching her brother or Malee.

“Sorry. I wanted Malee to bring up some beer, I mean, drinks for the professor.” said George nervously from receiving the shout from his sister. If there was one person who could shout at George, it was Georgia and everyone knew it. Malee tries to walk towards the door but fell down again after a few steps.

“Oh ah, you are .. Nevermind, I will go get them myself.” said George to himself before closing the door. His parents were out for an invitation to the party the next day and servants won’t dare to stop him to carrying a few beer bottles. With Malee being under Georgia’s coaching, or torture?, it was far safer for him to do it himself rather than asking Malee. Hope Malee was faring better than him being coached by Georgia. George whistled at the thought of being under Georgia’s commands and wished his fiance be unlike his sister.

As for Malee, she was falling down several times under the watchful eyes of Georgia before she could make small but steady steps with occasionally having to rebalance herself. After another half an-hour, she could walk within the room without falling.

“No, no, no. You are still walking like a man.” roared Georgia.

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