THE HUMAN MATE

　　"Jessica, Is she the one you spoke of?" The lady finally says, pointing a gloved finger at Camilla. Her voice sounds so familiar, Camilla starts thinking of where she heard it, ignoring her rudeness. Ever since her parents' accident, she has met enough rude people that Camilla didn't even care about such attitude anymore.

　　"Yes, this is her," Jessie says referring to Camilla with so much contempt as if Camilla is some dirt she could trample on.

　　The lady in question glares at Camilla from head to toe. Her blue eyes observe Camilla's rough pony and then slowly she moves to the outfit Camilla wore. Camilla starts feeling like a small ant under the gaze of an adult elephant.

　　She looks completely out of place for this new Lady wears a satin pink dress that fills the seat she is occupying and Jessie also decides to be dramatic with her outfit by wearing a tight black dress that can pass for a formal dinner dress. This leaves Camilla and her T-shirt plus shorts looking like the beggar in an aristocrats' party.

　　The lady stops her inspection of Camilla and stops on her face. "I don't see anything worth worrying over, Jessica. She is but a simple human with red hair." She tells Jessie but her blue eyes are fixed on Camilla.

　　Camilla doesn't know if she should feel offended or not. The lady's comment is quite degrading, yet never direct. Her way of talking is just as fancy as her way of dressing. But she can't deny that the lady is rude and she will have to steer clear of her in the future.

　　As Camilla thinks deeper, she remembers where she had first heard the rude lady. When she was trying to slip away from the estate she met the lady by the kitchen. She had heard someone saying they wanted to see Peter and they sounded just like this lady. Her high pitch voice and pink dress are a selloff.

　　"I am Sandra the first and only daughter of Samuel Brighton." A proud smile sits on her face as she introduces herself. "What are you called?" The lady adds, as she narrows her eyes at Camilla, who stares at her like she is some alien.

　　Camilla blinks as she awkwardly stares at Sandra the first, how is she supposed to introduce herself now?

　　'Hi, I am Camilla the first, daughter of Marcor Taylor?' Camilla thinks in her head. She shakes it, Clearing the thoughts away.

　　"Didn't you hear her, street rat?" Jessie snorts and Camilla narrows her eyes at her. Jessie is looking every shade of happy that she has seen a partner to torment Camilla with but her excitement will not last long. For Camilla has dealt with bigger threats than even this porch lady, Sandra the third.

　　"Jessie, try to maintain your animalistic attitude when you are in public," Camilla tells her, and Jessie's smile drops from her face.

　　Satisfied with herself, she turns to Sandra the first, "I am Camilla. Simply Camilla, because I know what I am," she says with a smug smile on her face. She will have to test how far this Sandra the first, can last with this her high-end attitude.

　　Sandra becomes red with anger but before she can speak, the door to the dining hall, opens again and Peter comes in. Sandra the first immediately gets up from her seat and waltz to him with her large pink satin dress.

　　"My sweet, I have been expecting you all day!" She squeals, pulling Peter into an embrace. She then starts raining wet kisses on Peter's cheeks.

　　Peter becomes red with embarrassment as he tries to pull her away from him.

　　Jessie looks on at them dreamily, she probably hopes that she and Ethan can have that sort of relationship forgetting to note that Peter is about to puke on himself from the kisses Sandra is giving him. Camilla on the other hand can't help but laugh at Peter's ordeal. The poor guy is probably choking on Sandra's kisses.

　　"Sandra, that's enough now, I am hungry," he says as he manages to pull away from her. "Mary, please bring in the food," he quickly puts in to avoid another kissing ambush.

　　"Didn't you miss me, my sweet?" Sandra pouts as she clings to his arms like it is her life.

　　"I did miss you but right now, I need to eat first." He moves to his seat and Sandra holds on tight to his arm as he moves, like they are inseparable twins.

　　"Good evening, Ladies," Peter greets Camilla and Jessie as he gets closer to the table.

　　"Good evening, Peter," Jessie mutters.

　　Camilla only waves at him for she fears opening her mouth will release the bundle of laughter she has been struggling to keep in.

　　Why did these two friends end up with such clingy girlfriends? — she thinks to herself as she laughs at Peter and Sandra.

　　Mary and her team soon enter the room and start spreading the meal, one after the other on the table. Camilla wishes she can go eat with them in the kitchen on something. Staying in the dining Is only increasing her laughing risks.

　　"My sweet, do you want more chicken?" Sandra says as she takes Peter's plate.

　　"No, Sandra, I can serve myself. You just relax and have your food. I am sure you are tired from the journey," Peter says as he tries to get the plate from her.

　　"No, my sweet, I have to take care of you now that I am here. You are all I have and I don't want to ever lose you for anything in the world. Please let me serve you," she insists and Peter shrugs, letting her do as she wishes.

　　Jessie doesn't even pay them any attention as she focuses the whole of her attention on the food she is eating.

　　Camilla tries to focus on her food as well but the drama in front of her is too much to ignore. Her snickers soon get loud and Sandra catches on to her.

　　"Girl, what's so funny? " Sandra snaps. She is already frustrated by the way Peter is treating her and having Camilla constantly laugh at her efforts starts her anger up like a volcano.

　　Camilla presses a napkin to her mouth, trying to hide her mouth, "nothing." She squeals.

　　"Let it remain nothing!" She growls returning her attention to Peter.

　　To avoid more problems, Camilla eats her food as fast as she can and excuses herself from the table. This Sandra lady seems like someone to run away from. She doesn't want to have anything to do with her, if not, a fight might break out.

　　"Are you sure you are filled?" Peter asks, concerned that Camilla is leaving the table too quickly.

　　"Yeah, I am good. Thanks," Camilla says. She is already at the door but hears Sandra's slide comment.

　　"Let the street rat go, she has no use anyway, my sweet." As she says the words, Camilla also recognizes Jessie's snickers in the background but she doesn't let it get to her. She will deal with Jessie some other time and as for Sandra, she will take back her words by the time she is done with her.

　　Camilla gets to her room and all the stress of the day's event comes pulling at her bones. The moment she slips onto the bed, she falls into a deep sleep.

　　As her eyes flutters awake, the morning sun is beating into her eyes as she forgot to close her window blinds last night. She stretches her limbs and gets off the bed, headings towards the window like it had offended her. She pulls it close and returns to bed. Sleep slowly starts pulling her back to the dreamland when she remembers that she has to see her dad today.

　　Shit!

　　She sluggishly leaves her bed again and goes to the bathroom. She pulls off the t-shirt and short she slept in and turn on the shower.

　　She lets it pour into her hair and over her body. The cold liquid washed away the last signs of sleep from her. As the water kisses her skin, she finds herself dreaming of Ethan.

　　He is with her in the shower and it isn't the water dropping on her but his lips kissing every portion of her skin. Her imaginative Ethan starts a trail of kisses from behind her ears to her neck, slowly taking his time to suck gently on her shoulder. Goosebumps appear on her body as her lips part in ecstasy.

　　Ethan continues his movement until he gets to the mound on her chest. He picks up one of her breasts with his hand and Camilla finds herself whimpering with desire, begging for him to touch more of her.

　　Her imaginative Ethan kisses along the ridge of her breast but never her pink bundle of sensation. Her folds tighten as her anticipation starts getting the better of her. Her fingers slowly start slipping to her legs but a sharp knock on her door brings her back to reality.

　　She blinks her eyes and wipes a hand over her face. What was she just about to do?

　　Her attraction to Ethan is going to make her do a lot of stupid things. She quickly rinsed herself off and pick up her towel. She is wrapping it around her body when she hears the door open.

　　"It is probably Mary calling her for breakfast," she says to herself.

　　She opens the bathroom door and she doesn't bother to raise her head to the person. She ties her towel properly and starts squeezing water out Of her hair. She finally raises her head and her heart stops.

　　Butterflies take over her insides and she feels her legs grow weak at the sight of the person in front of her.

　　Is she daydreaming again, or is this real?

　　"Ethan!" Camilla squeaks not knowing the right words to say.

　　She had spoken to him last night but he didn't say he was coming. She thought it was Mary at the door and she had decided to take her time in the shower since she was certain Mary would come back if she didn't see her in the room. She is shocked to find Ethan, right in front of her.

　　Without thinking her thoughts through, Camilla runs and embraces him.

　　Ethan's body goes tense for a second but he soon puts his arms around Camilla pulling her closer into his embrace.