All Chapters of FALLING For EDWARD: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHAPTER 1 Abby stood outside the tall iron gates, clutching her backpack tightly. The house ahead was like something out of a dream. It was big and beautiful, with huge windows that sparkled in the sunlight. The garden was filled with bright flowers, and a small fountain trickled softly in the middle. Abby stared at it, her heart pounding. In her hand was the crumpled flyer she’d picked up from the diner two days ago. “Housekeeper needed. Room and board provided. Apply in person.” It had sounded like the perfect opportunity. But now, standing in front of this massive house, Abby felt so small. She took a deep breath and opened the smaller gate, stepping onto the stone path. The walk to the front door felt endless. Everything around her was perfect—the neatly trimmed bushes, the clean walkway, the smell of fresh flowers. Abby tugged at the strap of her backpack, hoping she looked more confident than she felt. When she reached the door, she hesitated. What if they looked at

Chapter 2 The kitchen was huge. Abby felt a little out of place as she looked around at the shiny counters and spotless floors. Everything looked perfect, like something from a magazine. She spotted the list Mr. Edward had mentioned on the counter. The tasks were written in neat handwriting: 1. Dust the living room and library. 2. Vacuum the rugs in the main hall. 3. Organize the pantry. Abby nodded to herself. “Okay, let’s do this,” she whispered. She started in the living room. It was massive, with tall windows that let in so much light and furniture that looked too expensive to sit on. She picked up a dusting cloth and got to work, moving carefully so she wouldn’t break anything. When she got to the bookshelves, she paused. There were rows and rows of books. Some looked old, with worn covers, while others were shiny and new. Abby ran her fingers over the spines, wondering if anyone had read all of them. She shook her head and kept cleaning. Next was the library. It

Chapter 3 After dinner, Abby helped Mrs. Rose clean up the kitchen. They worked quietly, clearing the table, washing dishes, and wiping down the counters. The smell of roasted chicken still lingered, making the space feel warm and inviting. “You did well today,” Mrs. Rose said as she dried the last plate. Abby smiled, feeling a little shy. “Thank you. I was nervous, but I’m glad I didn’t mess up.” Mrs. Rose chuckled. “You’ll be fine. Just keep working hard. Mr. Edward doesn’t say much, but he notices everything.” Abby nodded, tucking that thought away. She wanted to make sure she got things right. When the kitchen was clean, Mrs. Rose hung up her apron. “That’s all for today. You should get some rest. Tomorrow starts early.” “Okay,” Abby said, picking up her backpack. Mrs. Rose walked her to the guesthouse. It was a small building near the edge of the garden, with soft lights glowing outside. Abby had noticed it earlier but hadn’t realized it would be hers. Mrs. Rose

Chapter 5 After lunch was served, Abby quietly slipped back into the kitchen to help Mrs. Rose clean up. She scrubbed the pans and wiped down the counters while Mrs. Rose worked on a batch of freshly baked cookies. “You’re settling in well,” Mrs. Rose said, glancing at her. “But don’t get too comfortable just yet. Mr. Edward has high standards.” Abby nodded, her grip tightening on the dish sponge. “I’ll do my best.” Mrs. Rose smiled, but there was something in her expression that Abby couldn’t quite read. As Abby dried the last dish, the sound of a deep voice came from the hallway. She turned her head just as Mr. Edward stepped into the kitchen. “Mrs. Rose,” he said, his tone calm but commanding. “Did the papers arrive for review?” “They’re on your desk, sir,” Mrs. Rose replied, motioning toward the study. He gave a short nod, his eyes briefly landing on Abby. “Make sure the library is ready by this evening,” he said, directing the comment toward her. “Yes, sir,” Abby

Chapter 7Abby finished rinsing the last plate and wiped her hands on the towel around her waist. The kitchen was clean. The counters were wiped, and the floor was swept. She always made sure everything looked neat before leaving. It made her feel like she was doing something right.She stepped outside through the side door and leaned on the porch railing. The sky was soft pink and orange. The breeze touched her face, and the air smelled fresh and calm.She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a second.Then she heard footsteps behind her. Slow and steady. She turned and saw Mr. Edward walking out with a glass of water in his hand. He looked more relaxed than usual. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, and a few buttons were undone.“You’re done for the day?” he asked, standing beside her.She nodded. “Yeah. Just needed some air.”He looked at the sky and took a sip from his glass. “You’ve been working hard.”“Thank you,” she said.“Rose said you fold towels better than she ever di