Romans & histoires Housemaid Downton Abbey

he said, now taking on his wristwatch. Dashing into the washroom, I quickly hit the showers, luckily I washed my hair last night but I’d need time to blow dry and get ready. After coming out of the washroom, I saw some maids, heads slightly bowed. “It’s your first day as Mrs Cawthorn, you need to dress up” Damien said from the door way. “Bu..but” I almost protested. “No buts…do what needs to be done and get her downstairs” he said, rushing down.

her lips moved, reading it in Adriel's voice. "Uh un, I didn't think he would actually be so nice to get me new clothes." She got dressed in a crisp white shirt and black pants, her hair pulled back into a neat bun. As she headed downstairs, she met a woman in her early forties standing in the kitchen. "Good morning, young lady." She said with a bow when she saw Emma walk in. "I am sorry the young master has not introduced us to you yet. You came home late yesterday after the wedding and was so tired. I am Grace and I am the housekeeper."

She got too concerned with what was really going on downstairs. "Yeah!!.. we can", Richard said this time. He swung his legs down the bed and put on his black robe, while Emily did the same thing, wearing a long robe which covered herself and then they went downstairs. They got downstairs to see a frightening arena. Most of the maids and servants were already down on the ground, some of them looking pale as dead, walking around like dead bodies Some of them were looking hungry and thirsty, it seemed obvious that many of them never ate nor drank anything since morning when Richard had told them to prepare the house for the party coming up the next day.

Poppy quits her humming and heads over to answer it. “Poppy,” Bridgette, one of the other maids, one who out-ranks Poppy, says, “we need you to come and help with Duchess Abernathy’s room. Her children got into the closet and made a big mess of things, and she insists that we get it cleaned up this instant.

"This is my mansion for fuck’s sake. I won't put up with anyone attempting to tell me what the fuck to do because this is my fucking mafia. Whatever you are, I don't care. Know your place." Nobody speaks; the only thing you can hear is me carefully taking a mouthful of my crunchy bacon that has been slathered in maple syrup. Sir, breakfast is ready. The awkward stillness is broken by Abbey, who then enters with two other maids to begin serving everyone's meals. While delivering Apricot's meal, one of the young maids unintentionally spills eggs on her lap. "You dumb-ass! Do you lack knowledge of how to perform your duties properly?" The unfortunate maid recoils in dread as Apricot yells angri

" Hello Mrs Agreste, Im Mrs Flemington, one of the helpers, let me show you where your room is", I will be responsible for the cooking and the laundry, Miss Thomas is responsible for the cleaning, she works part-time and is usually here first thing in the mornings" spoke the elderly lady dressed in maids uniform.

"Really? Is she not from a prestigious family? Would they allow their precious daughter to be married to someone who is dying?" "She is indeed from a big family. But she is perhaps a bastard child. Or else why the Madame called us back? The Madame wants her to suffer together with the half-dead. So we should get everything in this house before we leave." "Jonathan will get angry if we emptied this house." "Jonathan will only check the first floor but he was not allowed in this room. So take everything in this room." "Alright." The maid then sighed, "It's really too bad. I want to keep staying here. We don't have to do anything and we could even do whatever we want to that half dead. Although

She turned, her black orbs glaring daggers at me. "Babe, who is this?". She asked him, her eyes scanning me in disgust. "My housekeeper". Not the truth but a little better off than the truth. "Ohh, a new maid!". I clenched my teeth at her use of the word maid. "Better off than Stella anyway". She added.

One moment she was crying helplessly in a hospital. The next moment she was married and living in a mansion. Her entire life had changed in only a few weeks. A soft knock suddenly came from the door. Ava looked up quickly. One of the maids stepped inside carefully. “Mrs. Hale?” Ava still was not used to hearing that name. “Yes?” “Dinner is ready downstairs.” “Oh…” The maid smiled politely. “Would you like me to prepare your bath first?” Ava immediately shook her head. “No, it’s okay. Thank you.”

People always learned their limits eventually. He drove behind Aspen toward uptown Esperton, and finally turned off and headed to his own house. They had two full-time maids, a housekeeper, a cook, and two gardeners. The house was never really empty during the day, but it was the nights he dreaded. Too much space made every sound echo longer than it should. “Hey, Millie,” North said, as he walked into the house. “Good afternoon, Master North,” she said. She was in her fifties, with a tight bun and the plain, black uniform his mother insisted they wear.