Rosie's POV

I quietly made my way out of my room and into the quiet hallway just as the sun's first rays shone through the silk curtains.

I quietly slipped down the maughony staircase and made my way into the foyer.

When I made it into the foyer, the servents and the maids mustered a quiet hello and continued with their work for fear of being cought and punished.

As I looked around at the intricate design, aI heard the oddest sound, my growling stomach.

I tired to find my way to the kitchen, but obviously this being my first time in this house, I got lost numorous times.

I have always been told that I have a big ego and I couldn't sacrifice my pride by asking for directions to the kitchen which is am still lost.

A few of the butlers looked at me funny, but I ignored it. My one mission was to find the kitchen.

Finally after what seemed like ages, I found the kitchen. I breathed a sigh of relief and gratefulness and I made my way toward the giant white fridge.

I opened the fridge and nearly fainted at its fully stocked contents.

Mother had tought me to cook a couple of times when she would make father's favorite food, a ham, bacon, cheese, and sauage omlet with a side of pancakes.

Mmmmm. The very thought sent my taste buds on a roller coster of sensational feelings.

I quickly made the omet and panckaes before Raoul could wake up and possibly get mad at me.

Even though he was my real father, I had a slight fear of him. I didn't know him, I didn't know how he acted, I didn't know what got him angry.

There were a lot of things I didn't know about him and Christine. What if Christine and Raoul were mean? What if they abused me?

What if they neglected me? What if they didn't like me? What if this was all just an act? What if they never cared?

I had to stop all of these negative thoughts but my mind just continued.

I didn't even realize I had stopped eating and was now just sitting in my chair trying to control my breathing as tears welled up in my eyes at the thought of my real parents not really loving me.

I didn't notice that there was another person in the room with me until I felt a strong masculine hand touch my shoulder.

I jumped and couldn't help the litlle scream that came from my mouth. I turned around in my seat to see Raoul standing there with a sleepy, far-off look with a hint of fear and I clamed down.

"I'm sorry Raoul. I didn't know it was you," I appologized to Raoul. He gave me a hurtful look but he still forgave me.