Lucretius' Point of View
At last, Aunt Amabel's day finally came. Although, I couldn't figure out why it is merely four at dawn yet miss Esmeralda is here yet again urging me to pick flowers 'myself' to give them as a present for aunt. Because she reasoned that my aunt so loved my deed of giving her flowers when I was a child so it would be the greatest idea to give her again after so many years of not performing such an endearment. We barely even slept because we just baked what they call chocolate CAKE yesterday until pathetically twelve in the evening, yet here she is again. So vibrant and talkative as if she herself didn't just have three hours of sleep or as if she herself is the one celebrating her birthday. 
Nevertheless, I would also be reminded of such a childhood of mine if it weren't for my lack of sleep. I barely even closed my eyes as Anselm had kept me awake for two hours yet as I found my serenity, there were already very wild nagging knocks killing my door. And when I didn't respond, it was pathetically followed by a loud shouting of my name. I could still recall how it was repeated almost ten times as if she is calling some deaf child inside. Though I am most fortunate for that for now because I wouldn't have been able to force myself to wake up if I was let to have my tranquility at such a late time.
"So, are going or not?" She inquired as she faintly swing the withering stem of the flower she got from my vase.
I felt my frown deepen as I tighten to cross my arms. Indicating how the climate outside differs from inside. "It is yet so EARLY in the morning, moreover, the atmosphere is still DARK, should I go about and pick whatever flower I am to encounter?" I challenged, speaking as a matter of utter fact. As well as imprinting pressure on the words that could make her realize how too early it is for me to be able to sense what flowers will bloom till dawn.
"Well, " uttered as she wears a wicked smile. "I didn't say you MUST go right now, I am just asking whether you will go or not. Because if not, I should just do the honor to pick and give them as her present myself. " she had now set back the withered flower back. "So, I am assuming you WILL go right?" She added while gradually standing.
I gave her a curt nod as I stride back to my table.  " I WILL go, now weren't you to prepare yourself for the celebration as well? It appears to me that you and my aunt had become great friends in just a brief period of time."
"Of course!" She proudly retorted. " Depending on the person, I am myself friendly and comfortable to be with."
With that, she strode away. Loudly opened and closed my door, but before closing, she made sure not to forget to glance back and remind my task that she irritatingly ordered.
It was already five when I made a second glance at the time. Where I was just finished organizing MEGAFOOD's program. Anselm asserted that it, together with our other organization, was quite doing well but not as well as when I was there. If he didn't add that, although he and his aunt felt very sorry for my past, they still believe in the courage of my present and future self, I would've long destroyed our conversation. Nevertheless, I am still lethargic about it. Progressed nor regressed, I hold no interest. Whether I am to lose or degrade it, I am beyond prepared. For if there is something greater than the fortune it procures, that is the destruction of itself. Since one can only get half or less of what he has been struggling to sustain. 
The noise of maids outside brought me to remember my job as well. Therefore, striding outside and asking for some baskets, I head straight to the garden. And, as usual, flowers are starting to bloom, especially those which are called morning glory. And as I pick flowers that are adequate enough to be cultivated, I could hear whispers and giggles behind me. I learned to be the maid who is pathetically taking pleasure in seeing me working like a gardener. I sent them a glare as I turn back and continued my work. To be honest, I myself, adore the rose as much as I adore my mother. Although they are quite dissimilar as my mother very much resembles a delicate carnation that would instantly wither upon cutting it off and taking it away from its roots, while the rose has this combined beauty and danger-its thorns, that could entrap you before being able to analyze what's going on.
As I stroll further to find more different kinds of flowers,  I was met with a stunning rising of the sun at the horizon. Providing unique hues to the clouds and sky it walks to. I watched in a long moment of tranquility before my mind displays the memory of my aunt's betrothal day before me. Perhaps it was recollected because its atmosphere resembles this sight I am glimpsing. Because if I remember correctly, Aunt and Anselm's wedding ceremony was celebrated at dawn, and when they were giving rings to one another, they were slowly being hit by the faint glow of dawning. Guests were stunned by the perfectness of such a moment that some continued crying while some began taking pictures secretly. I, being a guest too, was admiring Aunt silently that day because she was the one who insisted that they wed on such an early and unusual period of the day. Though what can I say, she already told us before that aside from her very favorite setting of the sun in the afternoon, second to it was the rising of the sun in the morning as well.
As the sun rose higher, I decided to head back. Remembering that I am still in my sleeping clothes.
After I took a bath and changed formally for my aunt's day, I arranged the flowers to be put into a water-producing and changing modern vase. It is also lighter so I expect aunt not to be amply troubled with it. When I began hearing noises below, I glanced at the time. And it is already eight so I surmised the guests have commenced arriving.
'Well, it is merely the guest's moment for now so I should just give Aunt the flower later.'
Thinking that I went back to my laptop and continued my business. I cannot give interest anymore to these modern conflicts ye-
*Knock! Knock! Knock!*
The sudden knocking halted me, but remembering that it must be Miss Esmeralda again, I didn't reply. Knowing completely how she will follow her knock with wild shouts of my name then soon went on unauthorizedly opening my door.
But the sudden amiable calling of my name proved my surmise wrong. "Master Lucretius?" A woman's voice asked.
"May I come in?" She added that she felt that I am not to inquire about her presence.
"Do it," I grumbled before closing my laptop.
Then, upon hearing my words, came a short young girl with a tray of meals. My brows furrowed with this, why is there such a young servant in here?
"Master, I apologize for my late arrival. But please accept your morning meal." She mumbled with a bow before placing the tray on my table.
I wave my hand at her as acknowledgment and I was glad she read the message and went on. Walking and closing the door as silently as she could. With that, I deemed it might be her promising compliance and gentleness that made aunt employ her. Although, it is more likely that she herself was the one who applied for the work and her aunt might've merely accepted her. Seeing how young she is, and analyzing her possible reasons for becoming a servant at an early stage of her life.
I was quite curled with the thought so I just placed away my laptop and began eating my breakfast. Even if it was too late.