Demi politely stood in the room, listening carefully to what her employer was telling her, if she forgot to do one little thing she didn't want to find out what the consequences would be, or how long it would take her to forget the time that she forgot something.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Damn, how could I forget to call her Mrs. Sebastian? I feel like the biggest idiot.....</span><br/><br/>"Sorry Mrs. Sebastian, won't happen again. I will make sure that the guest bedroom is perfect for your guest".<br/><br/>She swiftly walked out of the room but still managed to hear part of the conversation between Mrs. Sebastian and her brother, and from what she gathered it wasn't the friendliest tone of voice she had ever heard.<br/><br/>She walked into the guest room and looked around, overall the condition wasn't too bad but she could see alot of work that needed to be done, she stripped down the bed, polished the poles on the four poster bed, dusted everywhere, vaccumed, wiped down door handles and then put a fresh set of linen on the bed and put all of the furniture she had moved back to their original position. The room looked good she would admit that and she was proud of herself for accomplishing the desired look in under half an hour.<br/><br/>~~~~~~<br/><br/>Cassandra looked over the two men as they packed up her belongings and put them into the boot of the car, there were easily 4 large suitcases of clothes that she thought she could simply not live without and so they had also decided to put a suitcase on the backseat aswell. She checked her phone for confirmation on whether or not she was definetely going to be arriving at the house or not but she was ninety nine percent sure that she would be so when the bags were packed and in the car she hopped in the passenger seat and one of the men hopped in the drivers.<br/>She opened up a new text and wrote up;<br/>On my way now, Will not reach your place until tomorrow as I am stopping halfway at a hotel I just couldn't resist.<br/>xx Cassandra.<br/>With that she sent it off to Marilyns phone and laid back in the car chair, ready for the long trip ahead of her, possibly to meet her future husband, if all plans worked out anyway.