She glanced back at the two maids. She didn’t know which one was Martiez and which one was Ann but could tell that they were twins. Their brunette hair was braided across their forehead and they both looked at her with wild brown eyes. Each had a mole that mirrored one another right below their eye. 

     This was a surprise to her. She had never seen twins that were an exact copy of each other. Sometimes, while playing with The Jazz Man a pair of siblings would toss coins in their tin can and The Jazz Man would talk to them. The Siblings would explain that they were twins, but they didn’t look anything alike. The Jazz Man told her that one day that she would meet one and be awed. She didn’t know, it would be this soon.

     “Good afternoon ma’am.” The right one bowed.

     “We’ll take good care of you!” the left one giggled happily, “The Master was so excited to have you come here!”

     “Silence, Ann!” the right one nudged her arm, “Don’t say things like that!”

     “But he waaaas!” Ann laughed, turning around and walking up the stairs.

     “Please ignore her Miss and follow us. We’ll be showing you your room and giving you a bath.” Martiez said, following Ann up the stairs.

     She smiled, trailing behind the two of them. The two of them reminded her of friends that she left a long time ago. The two would constantly argue about one thing and would over talk one another all the time. But there was one thing they wouldn’t argue about…well sometimes. It was the love for they had for one another. Then again, there was that occasional time when they would fight about who loved one another more. She could practically hear their voices screaming at one another, their voices cracking as they did.

     Ann continued on, even as they reached the top of the stairs she told about how Ares was. Apparently, he called his Mother early this morning and came over around 3 am to buy clothes, shoes, and to make sure her bedroom was prepped. She laughed, silently to herself as they made a hard left. 

     Her eyes bounced around the brown walls covered in picture frames, white baseboards and marble floor. She couldn’t imagine Ares, the serious man in a frantic and her thoughts didn’t go unheard. Instantly, Ann picked up on her silent words and stopped in front of a white door on the right side of the hall, “I know what you’re thinking. He’s so serious all the time! Well, this time he was nervous and I thought it was the cutest little thing!”

     Her sister, Martiez, quickly snapped at her for saying such comments about the Master. Ann scoffed it off as she grabbed ahold of the doorknob and opened it, revealing the minimalistic bedroom that had a queen sized bed located on her left-hand side with two warm bedside tables hugged close. A little past the bedside table was an old rocking chair that sat on its own blue carpet. Across from the bed were two doors and in between was a flat-screen TV and few steps away from the bed was a large sliding door that led to a small balcony decorated with plants in brown orange pots.

     She stepped foot into the bedroom and spun around, breathing in the warm air. She couldn’t believe that this was her room. She had never had her own room before! She skipped over to the bed and pressed her hand on it. When was the last time she slept on a bed that soft? Or was able to freely take a bath without going to one of those creepy bathhouses they planted all around the inner city in order to clean up the dirty. Does this mean she could wear dresses that she constantly admired in the shops? Could sleep peacefully without the worry of being found out by Humans? Not have to scrape by each and every day with The Jazz Man but live like some normal…Human.

    “This is your room, Miss.” Martiez clutched onto any grace she had and gave a soft bow.

     She spun around and gave Martiez a huge smile, her eyes glowing a beautiful emerald. Martiez smiled back, “I see that you like it. Come, let us bathe you and dress you! You must make a good impression upon the Missus.”

     She tilted her head unsure of what "making a good impression" meant but followed Martiez into the bathroom anyway. But there, standing outside of the bedroom door, secretly watching everything, was a tall thin girl with curly blonde hair, sharp red eyes, and a furrowed brow. Her long pink dress and white fur shrug hugged any muscle she had on her body and crippled when she made a fist.

     “Who the fuck was that…?” she seethed.