It was hard for Brigitte to imagine being anything but severely submissive to the dominate male in a household. It was the way she was required to treat her father, and also how she saw her mother treat her father. It was a casting system that Brigitte was raised in, and it didn't help that she didn't have much confidence in herself.
"Please," Brigitte begged, making sure to keep her eyes and voice low. She hadn't even properly looked at Nick's face. She probably couldn't even tell you what colour his eyes were, for she never looked at them. "Do not apologise." Her cheeks were still beet red. Why was he saying sorry? He had provided her with a drink she could not drink. That was her problem, not his.
For a brief moment, Brigitte's eyes flashed up, but only to Nick's chest. She couldn't raise her eyes fully towards his face. "Of course, Mr. Nickolas," she replied very softly. She was always soft-spoken around males. She could be loud and outgoing around her best girl mates, but never around men. "I do apologise, sir." Brigitte's cheeks flashed bright red again. "I mean Mr. Nickolas."