Female Butler Uniform Novels & Stories

He'd be so relieved. Eventually, I found a back corner of the lounge with a side door, and through trial and luck, I finally made it to the kitchen, the place I was first going to before I jammed the club. Standing by the kitchen entrance, I met another scenario I least expected… A lady who looked more masculine than feminine in physique, stood confidently at the corner of the kitchen, commanding and giving out precise instructions to the rest of the chefs. She too was wearing the black-and-white uniform that the other lady who had brought me the coffee earlier wore. They were all wearing the same uniform. But I believed this one that commands others must be a head, not just an ordinary maid

Each one then takes that moment to either bow or curtsy and announce their name and the name of who they will serve. I hear my name and look over to see a beautiful older woman who looks to be in her early forties. Her uniform was impeccable and I smiled at her flawless smile and beautiful dark black hair that was styled into a perfect slick bun. She looks like a woman who likes order. My kind of lady. Then I realize I didn’t catch her name. Shit. “Your personal butler will take you to your rooms after the quick tour. Follow me.” Birsha says and everyone quickly follows behind him.

They wore matching uniforms of deep blue and silver, the colors of Arindale, and curtsied in unison. “Good morning, Your Highness,” said the eldest among them, a woman with dark hair streaked with gray. Her demeanor was warm but professional. “I am Matron Isla, head of your household staff. These are your maids, Betty and Faye. We are here to assist you.” Emilia offered a polite smile, though she felt a pang of unease. Back home, she had known every servant by name, their lives intertwined with her own. Here, everything was unfamiliar.

“Who the f*ck is this? “Gosh, it’s such a bother to have a gorgeous wife. I always have to chase these pests away. “And you, Beatrice. You seem like you’re asking for a beating.” He put down his cup and turned around to go downstairs. “Alex?” Suddenly, a female voice called out to him. He turned his head and realized that it was a woman in a dark grey uniform. She was in her mid-twenties and was wearing a pair of black glasses. She seemed well-developed with a curvy body. “Maya?”