Daisy Maids Novels & Stories

Daisy’s voice is filled with genuine curiosity and eagerness. I can’t help but smile at Daisy’s enthusiasm, finding it endearing. “Well, Daisy, the supermarket is where we go to get all the things we need for our everyday life. We’ll be picking up groceries like fruits, vegetables, and other food items. And we’ll also grab some household essentials like cleaning supplies and toiletries.” Daisy’s eyes widen with wonder as she processes the information. “Wow, Aunt Emilia! Can we explore the whole supermarket? Will there be a lot of people?”

My eyes bored holes in her as I walked past. What a meanie! Of course, why won't she have her beauty sleep when she's given me her cooking task again like some other days. I hope she chokes on a grape in her dream and dies. I stopped my foot by the kitchen's doorstep as I watched the head maid, Daisy, already serving the said meal into dishes. I sighed in relief and turned to walk away when I stopped, my sight drooping like I had just seen an unbelievable nightmare. Daisy pours more of the silver bane into the food before wrapping up the small foil paper and tucking the rest down her chest.

ROSY Daisy skidded into my room, flouncing the blue ball gown she was wearing with a large grin on her beautiful face. “Is it beautiful, mommy?” She chipped, squirming as she chortled from one end of my room to another end. I chuckled as I remained quiet so as not to ruin the effort of the make-up artist beside me. The discovery I made four days ago about Madam Helen was still fresh in my mind. Every time I remember it I can’t help but burst into laughter.

Sally replied. A good memory was no match for a careful record. She spread a blank sheet of paper and began writing. Liam leaned over, curious. "What do you mean by 'maid for heavy tasks'?" He understood each word on its own, but put together, it confused him. Were maids divided into heavy tasks and light tasks? Sally wrote as she explained, "A maid for heavy tasks handles the rougher chores outside. Like washing, cleaning, carrying water, and sometimes helping with cooking or repairs. Any kind of physically demanding work.

Through Daisy's tear-stained eyes, David's image is fader and fader, then disappears. Daisy re-makes up for her eyes and the foundation. While applying her mascara, she suddenly laughs, thinking about the water-resistant mascara advertisement. Daisy never expected that today she has a chance to experience it. Crying with a face full of make-up. She is grateful to the great inventor who created these water-resistant cosmetics.

And if it comes out that the baby isn’t Zade’s? Then there’s only one other explanation. And no one wants that. I walk through the house, past the kitchen, watching the staff scatter like ants. One of the maids freezes when she sees me. I recognize her immediately. From the orphanage. I stop and look her up and down. “How did you get a job here?” She swallows. “Please, Daisy. I have a family. I have to help them.” I smile sweetly. “A family? I thought you were an orphan.”

Daisy woke up at 10am, she immediately looked at the side of the bed and found it empty, It looked as if Steve hadn't even slept in it, She let out a deep sign and went downstairs, she asked a maid what time Steve had left but the maid said she had not seen him ever since she came in, Daisy served herself breakfast and began to eat, she didnt like the fact that Steve left before they had a chance to talk about the pregnancy, she wanted to call him but decided against it, Just when she finished with her breakfast, A maid came into the kitchen and began preparing a tray with breakfast, "Is that for mom?" Daisy asked "Yes" the maid answered "Do you mind if I take it up to her room?" She asked,

Even from miles away, the woman could make me smile. The door opened again. That maid that blushed at Baron entered carrying a silver tray of tea. Her hands were trembling so badly the cups rattled. Beads of sweat dotted her temples. As she set the tray down, she lost her balance and nearly tripped right over my legs. The cup tipped. Hot tea splashed across the floor. I reached out instinctively to steady her. She dropped to her knees to clean the mess, and leaned close enough that only I could hear.

Just as I pull it open, I nearly slam into someone. “Hi!” chirps a voice far too lively. It’s Daisy—the new maid. The one who didn’t know what to do with the mail and gave it to me. She holds up a folded pair of fluffy white towels like an offering. “I hope you got enough rest,” she says, still smiling. “Just thought I’d bring you some extra towels for the bathroom. Since you’re staying in the boss’s room now, figured you’d need a few.” I blink at her, thrown by the delight in her tone.