"Hi, so, did you move my makeup kit? I know I left it in the bathroom and you went in there last. I have my first date tonight with Brad and I NEED to look good." She yelled.
"Seriously?!" Alex groaned.
That's when he snapped back, not knowing that his words would accidentally become true.
"No I don't know where your makeup kit is, what am I, your maid?" He asked sarcastically.
Suddenly, Alex felt an intense wave of nausea. Almost tumbling over, Alejandra just managed to catch herself. She stood up quickly as the feeling passed.
"Dios Mios, what was that?" She asked aloud.
"Alejandra, you are my maid." Becky sneered. "Don't be sassy with me!"
"Oh, lo siento Seņorita Rebecca." Alejandra apologized, bowing slightly while curtsying her black and white skirt. "I go find kit, I go find it!" She smiled, shuffling off to find her mistress' makeup kit.
"Ugh." Becky sighed, watching her maid strut off. "I don't even know WHY I bother with one of those, I should just start paying Henrietta to do my makeup for me." She muttered, looking at herself through her silver encrusted phone. She brushed her platinum blonde hair aside, trying her best to find a good pose.
Alejandra walked through the mansion, searching for the kit, but she felt... off. Something in the back of her mind was telling her things were wrong. Did she not clean the room right? She glanced around, and everything seemed fine in the main hall. The grand staircase, the chandelier, the porcelain floor. She looked up at the large portrait to see the white family she served staring back at her.
There was Mistress Jennifer, dressed in a beautiful red dress. Near her was her daughter, Rebecca, who Alejandra personally served alongside her general cleaning duties, wearing a pink puffy skirt as the portrait was done years ago. Then there was Master Kyle, in a dark blue suit, but something was wrong about him...
Alejandra's head hurt, suddenly seeing images of a Latino man kissing Mistress Jennifer? Then an image of a mixed race Rebecca, and some boy in the mirror? Alejandra shook her head as the thoughts faded. Like a dream, she could barely recall them anymore, trying to remember what images she just saw. She sighed then laughed.
"Ay, Alejandra girl you need rest." She chuckled in Spanish to herself. She tied her curly dark hair into a bun, fixed her gloves, then continued on her search for her mistress' kit.
She kept searching, until she ran into ________ and began to strike up a conversation, still unaware of the ring's power