Nina; The real me

Really? I asked myself as I entered the building. Nothing has changed since I left four years ago. I made my way to the maid's quarters for my interview, but then the chef saw me.“Hey, you're here for the job, I guess”.“Yes sir,” I said slowly.“You have to remain at the reception, the interviewer will meet you there. Now go! He said authoritatively and turned without looking at me for a second time.“Amazing,” I muttered slowly. “This was the same Chef I had control of, you can imagine how he had begun ordering me about like a kid. There's no problem.” I had barely settled down when Mrs Dorathy walked in.“How are you, Nina?” She asked me.“I'm fine, ma’am” I responded without looking at her face directly. I handed the documents she requested and awaited her response. While she did this, I observed her.“Welcome to your new home, Nina. You'll serve in the mansion, you'll assist the other maid's there. Now, follow me”My emotions threatened to betray me at this point. But I compose

“I deserve to be happy, but this is just too unbearable.” I muttered as I walked to the servants' quarters. I didn't care what Henry would say for leaving without his permission. “He should get lost for all I care” I said again before entering my corner at the quarters. I sat on my bed and I allowed my emotions to finally spill over. Maria walked in to see me there, with tears streaming down my face."Nina," she called softly. She sat beside me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. "I knew this would happen. I'm so sorry you're going through this.""You don't have to be sorry. I thought I could handle it," I whispered, but my voice was choked with sobs. "But seeing him with her... it's too much."Maria drew me close, and comforted me as I cried. My secrets and the burden of my past felt heavier than ever. I knew I couldn't go on like this, I couldn't continue to be torn between love and duty, neither between my past and present. But do those decisions of mine truly matter?Well, l

As much as I knew Charles wanted us to reconcile, I couldn't let that happen now. It was too soon. I had to act quickly to prevent my identity from being revealed. I walked out of the kitchen with a tray of juice, and let the tray fall. The sound of broken glasses made them turn to face me.Perfect distraction for my lady, she turned. “You've always been incompetent. Besides, who asked you to intrude? I wonder what Henry is still doing with you in this house.”"Why not answer to your misdeeds instead of focusing on my fault!" I exclaimed, as I bent to clean up the mess.Everyone turned to look at me in surprise, I guess they were startled by my sudden outburst. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. This gave me the opportunity to give Charles a signal not to do it yet.“Henry “, I understand this is a lot to take in, but we need to look at the facts. Olivia, if you truly care about Henry, you should explain yourself."Olivia's eyes flashed with anger, but she composed hers

Sophie and his brother walked into the staff quarters. I guess they were looking for Mrs Dorathy. Hand in hand they walked into her room. I took this opportunity to see my kids and hear their voices more closely.“Mrs Dorathy!” Sophie screamed as she ran Into the open arms of Mrs Dorathy. “You aren't getting younger but you still look young.” Sophie teased her as she planted a soft kiss on her cheek.“I can't believe you are here again for the short holiday, '' Mrs Dorathy responded as she observed both kids. James was totally off from whatsoever they were doing. “Hey James. How’re you doing?” Mrs Dorathy asked but my daughter immediately responded. “That's how he behaves, he has never changed. He is still a mummy's boy and there's no mummy. I've told him to be a daddy's boy but…”Mrs Dorathy immediately cut in. “That's enough, James didn't say anything and it's not right if you respond on his behalf.” “But I still miss my mummy,” James said but not in a sad mood.“Ugh… Mummy would d

I bowed my head in confusion, not knowing exactly how to answer for what I have just done. I stood up at once to greet him. “Good evening, Mr Windsor”He stepped in and shut the door behind him. “Good evening, Nina.” He said but I had a lot on my mind at the moment that I didn't hear him“Nina?” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “What are you doing here by this time?”I quickly closed the book and took a step backwards, my mind searching for a perfect excuse that would fit the moment, but guess what? My mind was blank so I decided to answer with any word that would come out from my mouth. “I…was passing…but the door was slightly ajar.. I thought they might like a bedtime story, that's why I walked in.” I stammered. “It’s something my mother did for us when we were younger, so I thought I should do the same for them”Henry’s eyes softened, and he nodded slowly. At this point, I heaved a sigh of relief “I see.” He added. “They seem to enjoy it.”I forced a smile but my heart was p