[center] Alyssa had nearly flinched as she heard Mansfield bark orders out once more – a habit that she knew she had to break soon. It wasn't as if she were home and it was her father losing his mind over something or another – this was her new employer and it would do her no good to be on edge over the fact that he had raised his voice. She really didn't mind bringing in her own things, after all, and when the man came to grab the box from her, she offered an apologetic look before Mansfield's hand on her arm had made her turn to look first at his hand, and then at him. 

All at once she shook her head. "No; It's alright, really… I don't mind." Alyssa tried offering, although he was dead set on having the moving people do every little bit of work – which made sense considering that was what he was paying them to do. But, they'd been so behind schedule that she couldn't help but dig her own fingers in and grab a box or two if she could – anything she could do to help, regardless of the fact that Mansfield had immediately put a stop to it. She brushed a stray curl from her face as he spoke, somewhere throughout the day she had put it up in a ponytail, but it always had a habit of falling loose here and there, little curls tumbling around her face and neck even if she tucked them away.  "And yes – " She began, answering his next question. "I found everything I need so far, at least – I should be just fine." Alyssa reassured him, although, she tilted her head a bit curiously over his offer for dinner. 

Really, she had anticipated on getting all of her things together and sorted. A man like him had seemed busy enough, and unless Nathan had to show her anything else, she would have managed to linger about her room before sleep inevitably took over. Without a doubt she would be up first thing in the morning tomorrow to get a fresh start. But now that he had asked her to join him for dinner, something she very well never expected, it had thrown a wrench in her plans. Although – her curiosity was piqued. Already, the man before her had proven to be both exhilarating and exhausting with such eccentric behavior, but she was interested to learn more about just who she would be working for… 

"Alright – " Alyssa had agreed with a small nod of her head. "Seven-thirty, then." She repeated just to make sure that she had gotten the time right, and had offered a small smile before he was off yet again, Nathan soon trailing behind him. She breathed a slow sigh as the movers continued to brush past her before she finally made her way back up the rest of the stairs and towards her room. She didn't have terribly too long to get herself situated before dinner, but she wanted to make sure that everything she had was where she wanted it to be – clothes unpacked and things put away neatly. The books she had brought were each stacked up in her own order, and after a long while she had at least been content with most of it. 

This was going to be her new space for now – and it was awfully different than what she was used to. Although she knew she would have to adapt to such a strange place and, well, strange employer, this really had to have been good for her in the long run. No more did she have to worry about if her father was going to be breathing in his chair or his bed the next morning. No more did she have to try and clean up his awful messes day in and day out. No more did she have to deal with his constant abuses – however extreme that they had gotten as of late. 

It was so very odd to have all of that suddenly missing from her daily routine. 

As she sat there on the edge of her bed, reflecting for a moment, Alyssa was immediately brought back to the present at the memory of dinner. She blinked as she looked down to the thin watch on her wrist, cursing under her breath that the time had slipped her by. She glanced at herself in the mirror, quickly straightening out her top and skirt before she frowned at her hair, quickly pulling it out of the ponytail. A clip later and it was up in some messy up-do, those same unruly curls falling through in a few spots. She'd blown one from her face with a sigh and a shrug at her own reflection. Whatever – it would have to do anyway. 

Coming out of her room, she quickly made her way down the hall and around the top banister of the staircase before coming down the stairs. As soon as she was in the foyer she glanced at her wrist again. Now… Where was the dining room again? She bit her lip for a moment as she thought about where Mansfield had taken her around earlier that day. She took the moment to look around, realizing after a few seconds that it had been just off the foyer. She quickly and quietly made her way into the dining room, seeing Mansfield sitting by himself at the head of a ridiculously long table, and she immediately apologized. "Ah- I'm sorry I'm cutting it close." She murmured as she looked down at the watch on her wrist again, her words quiet. "I was trying to get everything sorted and lost track of time…" [/center] 
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