Jane looked at those around her, taking her time to look each in the face just to see the familyās appearance. There was a variety of hair color though they all looked to be rather young. The only ones that were not questionable whatsoever were Demetri and Bishop, both with the same hair and same face.
Jane looked down at her plate, wondering how on earth she was going to figure this out. She wanted to just use one utensil for everything if she could, but didnāt know if that would pass with this family. They seemed laid back, well Demetri did, but she was still worried. She looked at the wine before her. She hadnāt really had a lot of wine in her life and was slightly curious. She looked at the others momentarily, seeing Jason was just downright staring at the girl called Anise. Taking a sip of wine, she heard Demetri whisper something Camilla about the utensils, but didn't quite catch it. Great, now she really was doomed. She couldn't very well lean forward and ask him to repeat what he said at the dinner table. That would be extremely rude and probably not something the head of the house would approve of.
Janeās attention then turned to the most silent brother at the table. He had blonde hair and was sitting quietly, looking as if he was comfortable but not at the same time. She wondered why he was different than his brothers. She could already tell things about them. The head of the house, the one the other maids were calling Master Santiago, was definitely in charge and didnāt like anyone challenging him. Demetri was pretty comfortable with everyone, Mirabelle seemed to be considering something, and Bishop was, well he was the only one Jane hadnāt really picked anything up from. One thing was for sure though, all of them had their own looks in one way or another.
Mirabelle spoke her name and Jane smiled at her, giving her a nod of greeting. She took a sip of her wine, listening for a moment and hearing a somewhat familiar nickname. She rolled her eyes inwardly as she heard Demetriās nickname for the maids. She smiled as she set the wine down and took up her spoon, guessing wrong on the utensil.
She wasnāt sure who to talk to since she didnāt really know the brothers and those that she did know seemed to be interacting with someone else. She didnāt want to butt in or interrupt though so she stayed quiet. She slowly brought her spoon to her mouth, amazed with the taste of the bisque. She wasnāt quite sure what was in it, but it was truly spectacular.
She looked down at her plate, not knowing what to say to anyone and certainly doubtful of whether or not she should even say anything at all. Her stomach held butterflies and she wasnāt having a good time so far, just because she felt left out and odd not knowing anyone. She didnāt tell anyone, but sat their quietly. She wasnāt entirely open at the beginning, only being open after she had at least known the people she was with for a little while.
Jane wondered what else these brothers had in store for the new help that night. She wondered whether or not all her time here would be like this, her being quiet. She hoped not, but wasnāt entirely sure.
Jason felt broken when he heard her speak her name. He felt himself almost fall into despair and his food, almost losing everything that held him up in his disappointment. In his disbelief that she wasnāt who she looked like. He took a deep breath, his chest aching slightly. Heartache wasnāt a real problem was it? He didnāt think so, yet here it was.
āI'm Anise Delopar... It's a pleasure to meet you, ...Jason?" Jason hid his disappointment behind a mask of surprise. He looked at her with new interest that was nonexistent in reality. āAnise Delopar? The pleasureās mine. Iām sorry, I justā¦ you look exactly like someone I once knew. Jason Olivander,ā Jason says, reaching for his glass of water rather than the wine. As he eats, he doesnāt once reach for the wine, being extremely careful not to touch it.
āThis dinner you andā¦ Tanzy was it?ā Jason checks, wanting to make sure he was getting close to getting some names, āThe dinner is really spectacular.ā Jason wanted to talk to her, but at the same time was unsure. She looked like his Alice, sounded like her and everything, but wasnāt her.
He ate, copying the others choices in the utensils for the various food. He refused to be left behind in trying to catch up to his mannerisms at the dinner table. āAnise, how long have you worked here for the Santiagos?ā Jason asked, genuinely curious about this girl.