Romans & histoires Housemaid Downton Abbey

"I don't know! I've never gone shopping. The mansion staff used to do it. I just asked for what I wanted to eat." I swallowed hard, knowing that these questions would lead to nothing. I went downstairs to the living room and sat on that hard, old couch, feeling so disgusted by it as I thought about how many dirty butts must have sat there. Nausea hit me hard, so I decided to stand up, leaning on the stair railing, and started searching basic shopping lists on G****e.

On her right, a maid carefully cleaned and filed her fingernails, while the maid on her left stood ready to feed her pieces of fresh strawberries. Bang! The mansion's front door burst open with a rough shove. Dominic Thorne strode inside with a troubled expression and obvious frustration etched across his face. He tossed his jacket aside carelessly, expecting a warm welcome or at least a servant rushing over to take his belongings as usual. But nothing happened. The five maids did not even glance at him; they remained focused on pampering Vivienne. Dominic stopped in his tracks, staring at the scene before him with a clenched jaw. "Prepare dinner right now! I'm hungry!" he ordered in a raise

She hesitates, wondering, “Are you going to prepare breakfast?” A casual shrug of his shoulders and his response, "Not today... but I might make breakfast for you one day," leaves her both intrigued and touched by the notion of his culinary efforts. The tranquility is momentarily interrupted by a soft knock on the door, drawing Dominic's attention. He invites the person inside, revealing a maid dressed immaculately in a neat uniform. Elizabeth is taken aback, utterly astonished by the unexpected presence of hired help within their intimate space. “Sir, madam. The breakfast is served,” the maid announces, Elizabeth struggles to comprehend the sudden shift in dynamics, her mind racing to make

I'm not losing hopes that I could get back to college and finished the two years I dropped and get myself a more stable and better job for me and Mom. True enough, Charlie gave me a tour around the mansion. It is quite big, bigger than Mr. Racini's actually. It has a lot of paintings and it seemed so quiet and clean as if Mr. Beaumont doesn't want to see a single dust around. Maybe he is very meticulous. Maids were in uniform and looked very professional. They seemed to be well-trained and well-mannered. Every time one sees me, she bows her heard and say her greetings politely without looking on my eyes as if it is something forbidden.

Don’t get lost. By the time she went downstairs, the house was quiet except for faint clattering sounds from the kitchen. She followed them. Mrs. Helen, the older housekeeper, was struggling to reach the top shelf to get a jar of honey. Camilla smiled faintly and walked over. “Let me help,” she said softly, grabbing it with ease and setting it on the counter. The woman chuckled. “You shouldn’t trouble yourself, madam. That’s what we are here for.” Camilla shook her head. “You make this place feel like home. The least I can do is help.”

Glyndon as she was instructed. "Sorry I am late" another human maid Gina said breathlessly. Diana's stepmother lives in a two-story house behind the big mansion. Nova and her daughters work as the live-in maids in the mansion. Since the moment Diana came here, they are taking advantage of her and making her do all their work. "It's ok Gina, get to work before Debra comes here” Diana smiled at her. Gina lives a few miles away from the Mansion. She leaves in the evening and

She shouted, almost coughing out her lungs as an elderly woman rushed out. "Good afternoon ma'am" she greeted nervously as Elizabeth stared at her confused on who she was. "Who are you?… Please?" She asked curiously as the woman smiled lightly. "I am the head maid and cook of this mansion?" The woman said bowing slightly as Elizabeth raised her brows confused. "Which means there are more maids and Cooks in this mansion? So where have you all been? Why doesn't the kitchen have utensils!?" Elizabeth yelled harshly, making the woman lower her gaze.

I asked. "He is downstairs, ma'am, waiting for you," she replied with a smile. Judging from her clothes, I could tell she was one of the housekeepers. She looked so beautiful it made me jealous. Nicholas obviously did this on purpose, hiring these beautiful girls to come work in his mansion.

Aubrey POV A glance at my image in the mirror can reveal how much suffering I have endured over the past few years. My once glowing skin has depleted. This is what loving a man has turned me into. I stood up from the cold floor of the store room, ready for the day. I had to wake up very early before anybody in the house in order to do the house chores and cook for the whole house. I have become a maid in my husband's house. I am married to the scion of the Fowlers' family. One of the rising families in London. But does it look like it? They don't treat me as the hostess of the family at all.

Ava Anderson worked for the Masons in their huge mansion as a maid, and she'd been up since dawn, scrubbing and dusting every inch of the house until her arms ached. Her maid’s uniform, a black dress with a starched white apron, clung to her curves in a way that made her self-conscious, the fabric straining slightly as she bent to dust a priceless vase. At twenty-three, Ava was very pretty, with hazel eyes and chestnut hair she kept pinned neatly beneath her cap, though stray curls often escaped to frame her face.