A week passes and Rosaline has gotten closer to Mr.Garonna. She's even started calling him Sir.

The first time he told her to call him Sir, she had a problem with of course, feeling like calling him that was basically admitting that she was inferior to him, that he was the boss all she was, was a lowly peasant.

Yes, it is used to be respectful to adults but when you're talking to your father, adopted father...it just doesn't feel right. At first she fought it, calling him Mr.Garonna and once even called him Dad...that didn't go so well. She was sent to bed without food or drink for the rest of the day.

The next day she didn't even get to see him as she was locked her room all day, only Bryce visiting her to give Rosaline her meals. After that, Rosaline finally decided to ask him why he wanted her to call him Sir. He had the nerve to shrug and ignore her when she tried to ask him again. It didn't take long before she was feed up with his child-ish attitude and confront him. It didn't work...until she started calling Sir. Mr.Garonna stopped ignoring her and they started to get to know each other. Turns out he's not a bad guy. The opposite in fact, he's funny and laid back, and sometimes even a bit sassy.

Just thinking about his sassyness makes her want to burst giggles. The only thing she doesn't like about him is that at time he can be quite demanding, something she can do without.

Sighing, Rosaline skims her fingers over the keys of her new grand piano. Ever since the lessons with Ms.Kroll Rosaline found herself itching to play the piano. She doesn't dare to bring it up though, she's sure she'd sound like an attic needing a fix, so she settled for playing a phantom piano, her fingers playing imaginary keys.

It wasn't until nightmares plagued her at all hours into the night, that she begged Mr.Garonna for a piano. It arrived the next day. Mr.Garonna had a few butlers empty out the room next door so she wouldn't have to go far to have her musical relief. Rosaline doesn't know if she'd been so grateful in her life. The nightmares slowly dwindled to only a nightmare every few weeks.

Tonight, she couldn't sleep and so here she is sitting on the cushioned seat, playing her favorite piece. It's an intermediate level piece with its haunted melody, that chills people to the bone. It's Rosaline's favorite piece to play for it relates to her nightmares. She can feel herself slowly drowning in the music as she plays it over and over again. The music echoes through the large house and Rosaline's a 100% sure Mr.Garonna is getting tired of her playing the piano in the middle of the night. It can't help though, playing the piano helps Rosaline run away from life involving her past and her nightmares. Since she's gone from her house full of perfection and medication the nightmares have increased, and this is the only way for it to stop.

As she finishes the song, silence looms, slowly taking over her room and her hands begin to sweat.

You're lonely.

She sighs. Rosaline starts playing the same song ignoring as her hands get hotter and hotter, slicked with more sweat.

...and you'll forever be lonely.

She goes off beat, off the rhythm of the song. You're bored.

Faster and faster she tries to play the song, knowing it's not meant to be anything but slow. Her hands slip across the keys creating a horrible sound. Panting she wipes her hands on her silk nightgown and takes in a deep breath.

You're weak.

She closes her eyes and takes another deep breath. It's okay, she tells herself. Ignore the voice and it'll go away. It's only your self-conscious recreating voices that caused trauma. She repeats what her doctor told her in her head until she's calm and her palms are cold.

"Rosaline!"

Rosaline spins around in a flash, almost falling off the bench. There standing silk pajamas is Mr.Garonna face twisted up in concern.

"Are you okay?"

She shakes her head the same time as her mouth says, "yes."

They both pause. Beat of silence pass between them.

Mr.Garonna tips his head back and laughs. Rosaline stares in awe. Head tipped back, his mouth is open showing his pearly white teeth. He looks...happy. She can't help but, smile.

Mr.Garonna sobers up, laughter gone and Rosaline has to stop herself from frowning. Such a beautiful sound.

"You lied to me just now," he states.

Guilt stabs at her but, she doesn't say anything. He sighs and walks over to her, bending over and picking her up bridal style. Rosaline squeals as her walks out the room and into her own.

He gently her down on the silk sheets and pulls the covers over her body. It's not until she lays her head on the pillow that she realizes just how tired she is. In no times her eyes begin to droop and seconds later she's out like a light.

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Rosaline feels a shake on her shoulder, causing her eyes to open and immediately the sunlight blinds her. She closes her eyes again trying to go back to sleep, but her shoulder is shaken again trampling her efforts.

Mentally, she scolds herself. If she hadn't played that damn piano into the early hours of the morning, then she would've gotten enough sleep and she wouldn't be in this situation.

"Rosaline."

The persistent hand shaking her shoulder continues, causing her to sigh and open her eyes again.

Looking down at her is Mr.Garonna who for the first times....is wearing regular clothes. Even in her sleep filled haze, she can't help but notice how handsome he looks.

"Why thank you." He says, flipping back his imaginary hair.

She's so tired that she can't even bring herself to be embarrassed.

"You ready to get up," he asks and she shakes her head, pulling the covers over her head.

The darkness of sleep pulls at her and just as she welcomes it the covers are yanks off her body.

"Well, too bad because we have places to go." Rosaline groans and curls into a ball wishing he'd let her sleep for just a few more minutes.

Apparently Mr.Garonna isn't as nice as he seems because he grabs her shoulders and lifts her up into a sitting position much to her displeasure. She can feel his eyes on her for a few seconds before they disappear along with the smell of his cool water cologne. It feels cold without his presence. It doesn't last long though.

Closet doors open and close and seconds later Mr.Garonna is in front of her, articles of clothing in his hands. He sets them down neatly on the bed before going to the bathroom and coming back out with lotion and deodorant.

"Rosaline," he calls, grabbing her attention. "I've laid out your clothes for you on the bed. Brush your teeth, put on lotion and deodorant and get dressed."

Nodding, her head lulls to her side as her eyes begin to droop.

Hand pulling up her nightgown, however, wakes her right up.

"What are you doing," she snaps, scooting away from the offending touch.

The smile on his face makes her want to slap it off him. Does he think this is funny?

"If you don't hurry up and get ready, I'll dress you for you. Is that understood?"

Her eyes narrow as she slowly nods.

"Good, yell when you're done."

With that he walks out the room, shutting the door quietly behind him.

"Pedophile," she mutters, scooting off the bed and heading towards the bathroom.

There isn't much to do, only using the bathroom, washing her hands and brushing her teeth. It doesn't take more than five minutes before she's walking out the bathroom and to the nightstand where she grabs the lotion and smooths a thin layer over her skin, loving the way it feels on her skin.

Turning to the bed she stares at the matching bra and panties, her face going red. He picked out her underwear as well?

"Creeper."

Reluctantly she puts on the ruby red garments and looks at the outfit laid on the bed. A short-sleeved yellow polka dot dress with ruffles that make it flare at her waist. It's something that a child would wear. Breathing heavily out her nose she grabs the dress and shoves it on. It scares Rosaline at how well it fits. Grabbing the deodorant she lifts her arms up and gives three dainty swipes, careful not to get it on the dress.

"Sir," Rosaline calls. "I'm done."

Not a second later the door opens and Mr.Garonna walk in a headband and a Mary-Jane shoe in each hand.

"No," she whines. "I don't want to wear those."

She's ignored.

Mr.Garonna bends down and lifts her foot up gently sliding the shoe on her foot and buckling the strap. When it's sure not to come off, he gets up and with care, puts the headband on her forehead and slides it back, pushing her rose red hair out her face.

"Perfect," he whispers.

The compliment takes her by surprise and doesn't have time to push him away when he caresses her reddening cheeks.

Mr.Garonna shakes his head as if snapping out of a trance and stands up, taking Rosaline with hip and placing her on his hip. He walks out her room and down the hall. Her casted foot feels heavy.

"Sir?"

He looks over at her. "Hm?"

Looking into his eyes she notices that though his eyes are a dark brown, surrounding his irises are dark flecks of green and even a few speck of blue. It intrigues her.

"Where are we going," she asks, voice hoarse.

He looks forward once again and opens the front door, the car waiting in the driveway, engine running. He walks down the front steps and moves to the car. Bryce opens his door, closing it when they get settled and jogs around the carto the driver's side, opening his door and sliding into the driver's seat.

"We're visiting some...friends of mines," he says finally as the car pulls out the driveway.

Cuddling up to Mr.Garonna, Rosaline listens to his heartbeat as fatigue wash over her. She yawns and closes her eyes, getting the much needed sleep she was after this morning.