Albina, accompanied by Miguel, passed the interview and got the pianist position.
Miguel escorted her to her room, cleared the room of anything that would get in the way of her walking, and took her around the room’s furnishings to familiarize herself.
-The room is quite simple. Tell me what you need and I’ll buy it for you.
-No, it’s enough for me to have a place to stay.
Albina waved her hand hurriedly. She had a physical disability so she was afraid of disturbing others. Dr. Aguila had helped her a lot. She would definitely pay him back in the future.
Miguel looked at her satisfied face. He felt sad.
He had heard about Albina. Before her father’s accident, she was also a princess who was pampered by her parents and didn’t worry about food and clothes.
But a car accident that left her family in ruin made her discreet. Her guarded appearance was heartbreaking to watch.
-Dr. Eagle, I need to tidy up my room, so if you have something to do, get on it. When I make some money, I’ll buy you dinner.
Miguel nodded, a soft smile appearing on his clear, elegant face.
-Good. Then I’ll wait for you to buy me a big meal.
The manager waiting in front of the door, a pleasant smile on his face, watched Miguel leave the room.
-Mr. Aguila, is Miss Espina still satisfied with her room?
-Yes! -Miguel limited himself to a simple answer, looking at her overly flattering smile and frowned-Treat her as you normally treat your staff and take care of her in secret as well. Don’t let her find out that this restaurant is mine.
-Yes!” the manager hastened to reply.
Only then Miguel left relieved.
Albina had worked for several days without making any mistakes. She had nothing to do for the past three years and had been playing the piano at home to pass the time. She had built up a large repertoire day by day. The guests were very pleased with her.
That day, when Albina finished her work, she went to the toilet during the break.
Suddenly, a maid called out to her:
-Albina, the washroom on the first floor is being repaired. Go to the second floor.
After thanking her, Albina leaned on her blind man’s cane and prepared to go to the second floor.
The waitress looked at her slowly walking back. A trace of guilt shone in her eyes.
Coming out of the washroom, Albina was about to descend the stairs when a casquivant male voice reached her ears:
-Look, it’s that pretty one who just played the piano downstairs!
Another voice rang out:
-I thought she was pretty from afar, but now she’s even prettier up close. Too bad she’s blind.
-What’s wrong with being blind? It’s more fun! -the male voice turned lascivious and looked her up and down- -Blind people can’t see, so their senses are more sensitive, aren’t they?
Albina felt an unsuspecting gaze fall upon her, gripping her blind man’s cane tightly, she took a step back.
-Who are you? On the second floor are all the distinguished guests. Don’t get into the mess. If you offend anyone, it will be your own bad luck.
The second floor was full of private rooms. Those who could book a private room there were rich or noble. No one had dared to cause trouble in this place. Albina didn’t expect that she would encounter such trouble just for going to the washroom.
-Distinguished guests? No one dares to call themselves that in front of us.
Once these words came out, Albina’s heart clenched. It seemed that these few people were not of low status. What should she do to avoid these people?