Chapter 49 Jean unburdens her soul
Jean threw her clothes onto the bed. He cheeks were glowing red with fury.
"I'm not listening to my mother anymore! I'm moving in with Aunt Mable. She's gonna save my face. I won't be humiliated by Bruce and whatever new person he has in his life. Apparently, she's not even a wolf! How can he fantasize like that and how dare he lie to me?" she shouted out as she hastily packed her suitcase.
"What's going on, here dear? You're shouting and throwing things around.
Oh, no! Where are you going? You're packing up?" Carrey, the younger maid exclaimed in despair. She never understood Jean's temper outbursts, but Carrie prided herself on knowing how to deal with any kind of difficult person.
She was busy studying psychology part time and so she loved to counsel Jean and to calm her down when she was having one of her fits of anger and rage. Carrie simply remained calm, no matter what Jean was doing.
"I'm moving away from my controlling mother!" Jean responded.
"Oh, in that case, don't you think that it's better to wait until she returns? It will make more sense if you speak to her in person and explain yourself first, otherwise she's just gonna think that you're over-reacting," Carrie remarked in a gentle and calm tone of voice as she viewed the clothes laying scattered on the bed.
"I think this has more to do with it than just being upset with your mother?" she asked as she watched Jean continue to pile clothes into suitcases.
"I can't wait a minute further and allow my life to disappear in front of me," Jean replied. Her face was red and her auburn locks were swinging around her face wildly as she threw more clothes onto the bed.
"And you can't take all your clothes with you because that will cause your aunt to be totally alarmed. She'll send you packing straight back because she won't want a permanent border. You know how independent she is," Carrie commented in a concerned tone of voice.
"If only you can listen to your inner voice you will find exactly what's meant for you and you will see. You mom will not interfere at all," Carrie declared with her arms crossed calmly across her chest.
"Well, it's all about that guy Bruce that I told you about," Jean remarked as she paused with her hands on her hips. He just still doesn't get a clue," she continued as she looked across through the window.
"Is it still him? You should really focus on someone else. I swear that you're looking in the wrong direction. Someone amazing might be just close by," Carrie responded with an excited note in her voice.
"But, I like the challenge," Jean responded as she stamped her feet. She then threw more clothes onto the bed.
"So, you're going to Aunt Mable. But, maybe you should just wait. I swear, whatever it was is gonna look a whole lot different in the morning," Carrie responded as she gave Carrie a steady look.
"Humph," Jean scoffed. "Do you know what Theresa told me?" she asked with her hands on her hips again.
"What did she say?" Carrie asked with a curious look on her face. She loved listening to Jean's tales, even though they were not always realistic.
"Well, apparently he lied to me about taking family away to another city so that they would be closer to the airport. But, they were right there at his home all the time and then had a picnic on the next day," Jean remarked with a sneer.
"So, then you should think about doing something fun and adventurous yourself. Go on a date or just go to the movies to show that you couldn't care less," Carrie responded in a pleading tone.
"I understand what you're trying to do, but I'm so happy when I'm with him. You won't understand," Jean responded as she closed her eyes blissfully.
"But, just be real about it. He has to feel the same way. And you might be missing out on an amazing guy out there. Maybe even a movie star. You never know until you try and look," Carrie advised.
"And leave Bruce to that blonde?" Jean asked, sneering with a raised eyebrow.
"Is there a blonde in his life now? But, I think there often is," Carrie responded, biting her nails nervously in fear of another outburst from Jean.
"Not like this one. He meets her in the woods, would you believe?"
"That's interesting. Does she live there?" Carrie asked, frowning curiously.
"Well, maybe not in the woods as such, but in the area," Jean responded.
"Have you and Theresa been spying on him, because that's not good for your morale?" Carrie responded as she frowned in shock.
"I have to know what's happening around me," Jean responded with a flick of her curls.
"So, is that why you're going to your aunt?" Carrie asked.
"Yes, frankly, I need someone who will teach me how to be ahead of this girl by finding out everything about her," Jean responded with a determined, cheeky pout.
"It could backfire on you, do you know that?" Carrie asked as she studied Jean's face in concern.
"Well, I have to take my chances," Jean responded.
"So, what will you tell your mother?" Carrie asked. "You can't tell her that you're feeling jealous over someone and now you're moving to your aunt, so you can avenge the girl?" Carrie asked.
"I will send her a message when I get there," Jean responded.
"Then, I still suggest that you take only a few items with you," Carrie advised again, shaking her head at the suitcases.
"Do you know what? I might not even come back here. I might marry straight out of my aunt's house and move to Bruce's mansion," Jean responded with a bright smile.
"I think you should really sleep over this before you go, but anyway, I'm not telling your mother anything. You tell her your story," Carrie responded before turning around and leaving the room.
Jean walked over to the window to think about Carrie's advice.
"Maybe she's right. Maybe I should make him jealous, then he will notice me," she commented out loud.
Jean then paced up and down in her spacious bedroom, ruffling her hands through her hair as she tried to think.
"Aha! I should flirt with one of his really stunning male models! One of those secret wolf models, that's it!" she exclaimed, punching her fist in the air excitedly.
She had never told Bruce that there were secret wolves amongst his models and that some of them knew her as a friend. It was one of the secret powers that she held over him and it made her feel good to know something that he was totally unaware of.
"And Aunt Mable will do the rest with her spells," Jean added as she cupped her chin with her hand contemplatively. Her emerald eyes held a wild excitement in them.