As Kara approached her uncle's humongous sand colored mansion, she could see the wreckage that had been scattered across the yard was now burning in a towering blazing bonfire. All about her uncle's workers were diligently fixing golden wired bows on the tall pines that lined the drive. Every now and then a whip of wind would blow their dainty ends vigorously through the chilling air.
Two petite maids quickly fastened bows, bells, and hanging leaves from the arbor that stood high above the entrance in front of the heavily decorated door on the right wing of the mansion. Their black skirts swayed violently in the wind, near coming above their waists when horrible gusts pelted them.
Kara's mind was near frantic; the day's events drove her mind through different scenarios of meeting Myra again. Would she hate her for being frank? Would she forgive her for what was said, and her hasty responses and her jealousy?
The car came to a stop abruptly at the end of the drive; Kara braced herself for what was to come. After their fight and now having to pair up to interview potential maids, gave Kara a smarting headache. The tension built as the chauffeur promptly gathered her bag, walking quickly towards the door, leaving Kara lagging behind.
She rubbed her forehead, feeling ever so faint as a whirlwind of sand and leaves played carefree to her right. She looked up and saw Myra at the window to her right, sipping a cup of tea. She waved to her softly, not to seem upset. Suddenly, flashes of light filled her eyes, stars danced gaily around as if a ballet was put on and her eyes were the stage. She felt faint. A feverish chill ran through her body, nausea crippled her stomach. Without hesitation her body gave way, dropping her to the pale gravel of the drive, losing consciousness as her head forcibly hit last....
A cold splash of water woke Kara; droplets ran down her pale face as she looked nervously around the room. There stood Cain, Myra and two of her uncle's men. The expression on Myra's face startled Kara, she was scared. The room was quiet, too quiet in fact. They all looked her over as Cain paced around, arms firmly grasping his hips.
"Wha..." Kara said as she slowly sat up, grabbing her head. "What happened to me?" Her head was pounding, as was her heart.
"You fainted, my dear." Cain nervously sat next to Kara, his arm firmly wrapping around her petite frame. "Don saw you fall to the ground, we rushed outside to carry you in. Are you alright?" His strong hand, almost harshly, rubbed her back in a wide circular pattern.
"My head was tensing as we pulled into the drive. I saw flashes of light and felt rather queasy, then... I don't know what happened." Her elbow throbbed of pain; she rubbed and found a tender spot covered in bandages. A sharp jab on her side sent her screeching, she grasped her ribs, no doubt bruised from the fall. "I feel somewhat ok now, just a little bruised."
"Here, let me get you an ice pack and some medicine for that headache." Myra said as she lovingly touched Kara's shoulder.
"Thank you, Myra." Kara rested her head on Cain's chest, his heart was a flutter. Her hands firmly grasped the sore spot on her side as he head still throbbed with pain. "I guess everything going on must be stressing me out," She paused; Cain's men left the room as Myra rushed back in. A bottle of aspirin, ice pack and tall glass of tea sat on the silver tray Myra carried. "Or, it could be from me not eating so much today. I think I need something to eat."
"Here you are, love." Myra sat the polished silver tray on the small oak table near Kara.
Her hands skillfully opened the aspirin bottle, gently removing two pills and handing them to Kara. Her touch was soft, sincere; she obviously wanted to help Kara and make her feel better. The tall glass of tea was next, ice cubes swam around, glinting when light hit them. It was refreshing, sweet and cold, it hit the spot. Kara washed the two pills down, leaving no trace of tea in the tall glass. She suckled on a small cube of ice, rubbing it over her voluptuous lips. "I've called the interviews off for today, I want you to rest, Kara." Cain said, patting her back lightly as he stood up. His strong hands quickly entered the slits of his pants, stretching the pockets.
"Oh Cain, you don't have to do that!" Kara's voice broke unevenly. Her palms began to sweat as her head tensed with throbbing pain. The medicine couldn't work fast enough it seemed. "I want to do this for you, uncle. Please let me do this for you, I am fine, really."
