The intruding crash of crystal silenced the party. The hum of conversation hushed. The melodic sonata from the grand piano rudely interrupted. She didn’t raise her head. On her knees, she beheld the shattered pieces of glass strewn across the marble floor. Her eyes welled with tears as a knot formed in her throat. She was afraid. Afraid of the master.
He’d spent much time prepping the crew for this event. This celebration was to honor his father, the good man responsible for his wealth and status. The grand occasion was for his glory so perfection was required. Any error was to result in immediate termination. Everything was on the line.
Errors are what she did best. Forgotten chores, late arrivals, and broken dishes. He’d been gracious to her in the past, but this had to be it. There was no excuse. She’d ruined the party and deserved to be removed from service.
Slowly picking up the pieces, her head still hung low. She attempted to control her weeping as to save what face she had left. Then a hand reached for her. She recognized the well-manicured nails and olive-colored skin. She traced the hand upwards with her eyes and met the loving gaze of her master. Taking his hand, he helped her to her feet.
“Are you okay?” he whispered. She could only shrug.
Dignified women raised snobby noses at her. Well-dressed men snickered amongst themselves. A mocking atmosphere belittled the humiliated servant.
The master addressed the crowd. “I apologize for the mess. It was my fault. I bumped this poor lady. We will get this cleaned up right away and continue the celebration.”
He then turned to the shocked woman. In a soft voice, he calmed her. “I’ll make sure this is taken care of. Go and get another tray of drinks. You have a party to serve.”
To you I lift my eyes, oh You who are enthroned in the Heavens! Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their Master, as the eyes of a maidservant to the hand of her mistress, so our eyes look to the Lord our GOD till he has mercy upon us.