Can't Catch Us I walk down the long hallways of the Bridgewell Manor. I'm a maid here, and I'm probably one of the most lucky people in the world. Young Master saved me after all, and I owe him my #life... I also love him. Not the kind of love like admiration; I mean REAL love. "Eloisa!" I heard someone stop there foot. I looked down, to see the new Lady of the house, Ms. Luna Cordelia Middletown, age 17. The Masters original wife died, so he replaced her with this young brat; what a pervert. "I'm sorry Mistress! I didn't mean to ignore you!" I was about 4 years younger than her, she shouldn't be ordering me around. "Do you have any idea what time it is? It is eight o'clock in the morning! When my son and husband are supposed to wake up, not me!" She roared in anger. "Yes Mistress! I will go wake up your son now!" I exclaimed, running toward Young Masters room. Silently opening and closing the door, I stepped closer to the bed, peering over his sleeping face. He had perfect pale skin, not a mark on it, and midnight hair with bangs that went across his left eye. He was perfect in every way, but I was still curious of his eye. No one ever saw it. "Young Master..." I shook him quietly. He rolls over; and takes my hand with him, pulling me onto the bed with one knee. 'Uh-oh.' I thought. "Young Master, please wake up." He just groans, "No." 'He did not just say no!' I glare at him, and lean to his ear. "Young Master, if you don't get up, you'll never see your surprise." I whisper in a secretive tone, giving a laugh and a devious smile. He shot up forward out of bed, and I got yanked forward. It is an awkward position we were in. He is holding half of my arm, refusing to let go, I have both knees on HIS bed, my body leaning just across his lap. "Um..." We said in unison. "Sorry!" I exclaimed, running out. I sped down the hall, getting strange looks from the other maids and butlers.