Estella’s pov I took a deep breath as I sighted the mansion that had been my home for two weeks now. The stately manor loomed at the end of the oak-lined drive, its stone façade draped in ivy and towers rising like a fortress against the sky.I felt the thrill of excitement whenever I thought of working for the last family I ever thought I would work for. The Mendez family. I averted my gaze to see Ezra,the family chauffeur beaming at me through the rear mirror.He was always a jolly fellow. “ Everything okay ma’m Estella?” I felt old whenever he called me that but I knew he was only being respectful. “Sure, Ezra.Just tired from prepping all night.” Last night, my assistant chef and I had an all-night prep marathon, ensuring every ingredient we could come across was portioned, labeled, and ready for service. “Ah..I’m so sorry.You don’t know?” “Know what?”I piqued up with interest. “Well I overheard Don Simon telling his bodyguard that they would be expecting a visitor
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