Housemaid Downton Abbey นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She remembered it all. “Yeah. Let the housekeeper cook. It will pain me to see you do it anyway. Your small hands are too pretty to be doing house chores.” Chester was not disappointed by Charity’s reply. “I’ll just have some soup. I’m not hungry, and I think I don’t have an appetite.” “I’ll head downstairs to tell the housekeeper.” Charity turned around and went downstairs. The housekeeper approached Charity cautiously when she saw her coming over. “Is Mr. Jewell hungry? I made some soup this morning and some snacks–”

They bowed in front of me giving me their honour . "Welcome to Knight Mansion Ma'am."They sang in unison in their professional robotic chorus. I passed a warm smile to them in response. "Umm where is Davian's room?"I asked the lady in her mid forties who seemed a nice woman like Martha. "Follow my lead Ma'am.My name is Zenna and I work here for full-time."She answered in a very polite manner while leading me to the long corridor on the first floor. There was a staircase leading to the several doors .The furniture were expensive revealing his wealth and status accompanied by antique decors on walls.I speechlessly admired the house.Surely I fell in love with it and wondered at the same time th

Third person's POV At the Sinclair's mansion that morning, the air was totally different. Just like always, different lives from other rich family. The maids are gently doing all their chores. Something was clearly troubling the household, and it centered around Avery's room on the second floor. Viviana, the longtime housekeeper, climbed the staircase with careful steps. Her weathered hands gripped the brass railing as she made her way toward Avery's bedroom. She had been working for the Sinclair family for over fifteen years, and she knew the signs of trouble.

"But that's for another day. Tonight, I'm not holding back." The dining room hit me with a blast of stifling hot air-Grandpa always kept the mansion's air conditioning cranked to desert levels. Dad was deep in conversation with George Simpson, while Jack mindlessly scrolled through his phone. But what really made my blood boil was the sight of Aunt Mary lounging like royalty with Lucy Taylor fanning her like some colonial-era servant. "My dear aunt certainly knows how to live," I announced, unable to contain myself. "Taking a personal assistant everywhere just to fan her. For a second I thought I'd walked onto the set of Downton Abbey-are we filming a period drama now?"

the butler responds, stepping out quietly. Meanwhile, A servant walks towards her with a polite tone as Dawn enters the living room. Seeing the Maid approaching, she pauses, standing a few meters away, " What do you want?" She asks, her hand reaching her belly subconsciously. " My Lady! Today is Sunday. Aren't you going to cook for Master like usual? Or should we handle the meal preparation?" She asks politely, noticing the discomfort of their Lady. " I don't care. Cook whatever you want?" She responds coldly, almost heading back to her room.. However, her attention goes to the Butler who is standing before her.

On a normal day, my son, Davidson, would have rushed to come hug and greet me or I’d have seen him and his nanny in the living watching TV or playing a game. Where was he? I wondered as I rose from the couch. Maybe he was sleeping. For some reason, I first moved to the kitchen and saw a maid inside. “Good afternoon, Sir” She curtsied “Good afternoon” I bellowed “Are you the only one on duty today? I thought there's supposed to be an army” Not an army. I only exaggerated. “No Sir. The others went grocery shopping. I'm only cleaning up the kitchen” She replied and that's when I realized that there was a dustpan in her hand and a broom leaning against the kitchen counter

"The reason why it is so clean is because we clean the pond every day and night except Sunday." Emily and Victoria turned to see who had spoken and the Duchess breathed a sigh of relief to see that it wasn't him. But how would it be him? His Grace didn't have a feminine voice. "Hello, Victoria," Hannah said as she stretched her hands out to Victoria. "I am Hannah and I am the head housekeeper of this manor." "Oh, we have met," Victoria said as she collected the hand and shook it vigorously. "You were part of the servants who welcomed me to the manor."

She called the housekeeper to clean the hall of the debris of broken crockery and vases; she also ordered her “Remember to get the exact replacements first thing in the morning tomorrow.” “Yes madam” housekeeper nodded without any expression. She had only been with the Holston household for 2 years and was transferred here from the old house when the previous housekeeper retired. She didn’t have any sentiments or attachments to this mistress who treated everyone poorly. Michelle didn’t even give the housekeeper a second glance as she walked upstairs after giving orders, let alone apologizing for waking her up in the middle of the night or thanking her for cleaning the mess past midnight. The

Noah stood still, his hands breaking out in cold sweat, his heart racing but he didn't want to get his hopes up. "Greta! the room is ready!" shrieked a woman in a neat dark blue suit. "Got it, boss! umm, Rachel, Noah, this is Dorothy, she is the lead of the household int this mansion. She is the key that is running everything in this place, if not for her everything would be very messy and chaotic. Dorothy smiled, showing the Winkles on her face. "Greta is always over reacting! Don't listen to her, I'm just a maid who's been cleaning her poo since she was a baby!" joked Dorothy.

A few hours ago I'm Alice Clark. I'm twenty and have been working as a maid for the Wilson family since my mother died a year ago. Accepting my mother's death and then beginning to work as a maid to settle my mother's debt to the Wilson family were the most strenuous days of my life. I had no option but to work as a maid at this mansion.