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MidReal Story
Seeing Truths
Scenario:After being blind for years, Evelyn unexpectedly regained her sight. Overjoyed, she rushed to share the news with her husband, only to be met with the shocking scene of him intimately entangled with their housemaid in the living room.
The main characters are Evelyn Blair (me), Nina Brooks (housemaid), Lucas Blair (husband)
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Evelyn Blair
newly sighted wife, married to Lucas Blair, slender with sharp features, resilient and curious
Lucas Blair
Evelyn's husband and Nina's lover, married to Evelyn Blair, tall with a rugged build, charismatic yet deceitful
Nina Brooks
housemaid involved with Lucas Blair, relationship with Evelyn and Lucas is complex, petite with curly hair, secretive and manipulative
Evelyn
"Ma'am, your breakfast!"
A voice echoed and I turned to face the direction of the sound.
"Thank you, Nina," I replied and she gasped.
"What's wrong, Nina? Is anything okay?"
I asked as I felt her eyes piercing through my skin.
How I wish I could see her face, how I wish I could see anything.
Anything at all.
"Oh no, it's nothing. I'm just surprised you know my name. I mean, you're—"
"Blind, yes.
But I've been around here for quite a while and I've heard Lucas mention your name," I said and she breathed in deeply.
"Well, ma'am, that's true," she said and walked away.
I shrugged and picked up my cane.
Where's my breakfast?
I hopped down the stairs carefully and smiled when I got to the dining room.
Yes, there's my breakfast.
I turned to get my seat but suddenly the floor gave way and I fell into the water.
What—?
Oh my goodness!
My eyes fluttered open and everything around me became clear.
I could see everything.
My trembling fingers traced the polished surface of our dining table.
Every groove and imperfection stood out starkly to me, and I never knew they were there.
The morning sunlight streamed in through the bay windows, casting a golden glow on the room.
Dust particles danced in the sunbeam, and I felt tears prick my eyes.
I steadied myself against the chair, taking in the room's details.
Our dining table was made of mahogany wood and was polished to a high shine.
The walls were painted a cream color, and a crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling.
Nina must have just left because her breakfast tray was still on the counter and the coffee was still steaming.
The rich brown color of the coffee stood out starkly against the white porcelain cup.
My legs wobbled as I lowered myself into the chair, but I never let go of the table.
I was still dripping from my fall into the decorative water feature, and my silk nightgown clung to my skin uncomfortably.
The water had made the fabric nearly transparent, and I tried to adjust it, but my trembling fingers fumbled with the material.
The sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway, and I froze.
Should I cover myself or keep taking in this incredible sight?
The dining room door creaked open, and I heard Lucas's familiar gait before I saw him.
