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|| In the Name of Love || Nightcore ||
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|| In the Name of Love || Nightcore ||
Clover made her first mistake the next day, after making Sera's bed, she was serving the breakfast tray like she would normally do for Erika, whom Clover was missing terribly. The kitten had, had an awful time attempting to sleep and so she had been up most of the night, leading her to feel woozy while she was pouring morning tea, a sunny blend of green tea and strawberries. Clover swayed ever so slightly, the tea ending up in Seraphina's lap. The poor human screamed and Clover quickly stepped back, wondering what had happened when she felt white hot pain slice across her face. Clover reeled backwards, the teapot falling from her hands and onto the carpet. "Oh my gosh Clover, I'm so sorry!" Seraphina jumped to her feet, standing ovr the kitten.
For a moment, the two stayed in place; then slowly, Seraphina knelt down, lifting the teapot up, her hands shaking. "It's okay, Clover doesn't hurt," the kitten lied, using her apron to soak up most of the fallen tea. Sera was still looking at the teapot, no doubt realizing how much power she had. At long last, there was someone in the house she was stronger then, that she could discipline the way her parents did to her. "Master?" Clover asked, rising to her feet. "Clover will get you a new uniform," the kitten bustled off quickly, pulling out a new school uniform for Seraphina to wear. It was a relief to wave her off to school, the kitten's cheek still throbbing from the hit.
"Clover, it's time to switch gears." Lady Victoire clapped her hands twice, garnering the kitten's attention. "What is Clover doing today?" Lady Victoire smiled saucily, "we're going to the opening of an art gallery." Of course, that entailed dressing up in fancy clothing, the kitten getting spoiled by the Lady of the house, who seemed to see the human servant as more of a pet than anything. They rode in the fancy sports car, Fiyero staying behind today after supposedly inferring something cruel about the Lady and Lord Remington. Clover too, was beginning to see it the shadows lurking behind their falsely sunny dispositions. Clover could only hope that Erika truly was away from the house and out of the grip of these people.
The art gallery was at an old warehouse, the inside spruced up, as Lady Victoire said, "Very avante guard." Or at least, that's what Clover heard. The kitten went along with it, nodding her head and using the miniature record to collect Lady Victoire's thoughts as they walked through, Clover reaching out for samples from trays every now and then.