<div style="text-align: justify;">Missie was unsure about why she had agreed to go out. Something inside her pushed the girl to go out of the room and find the Master's bedroom. It wasn't about Anne. Missie had to admit she didn't care much for the other girl. Still, checking on her couldn't hurt, and maybe she could get a moment with the man. What for, she was unsure of. But Missie could feel, underneath the cold fear that took over her every time she thought of Marcel, that this man would be important in her life. For good or evil, she had no idea.<br/><br/>That cold draft sent a chill down Missie's spine. She felt her heart race, and a feeling that something bad was about to happen. That feeling of danger was creeping into her mind one more time. The sudden silence that followed her words about the tea also made her uneasy. She was about to turn around and leave as fast as she could, but the opening door made her freeze in place.<br/><br/>Seeing Marcel that way gave Missie a strange feeling. He was basically... wearing nothing but his pants, and Missie couldn't help but imagine what she had interrupted. A knot in her stomach made her take a deep breath and turn her gaze away from the Master of the house. Feeling her cheeks burn when he sized her up, Missie felt that temptation to leave once again. His words about putting the tea on the small table, though, made the girl obey, out of instinct.<br/><br/>Bowing her head, Missie walked in the room and carefully put the tea on the table. Her position made her hair hide her face, and it gave her a little bit more confidence. "Oh, I couldn't. Not at all, Sir", she replied, almost out of breath. "I just... Mr. Damian said... you liked your tea to be brought, so I thought it would be good to bring it before bed". Lifting her head, Missie faced the man, fear pouring out of her every pore. "May I be excused?".</div>