Judith With Her Maidservant Novels & Stories

As soon as I stepped in front of Madam Anna, she issued a command. Before I heard the rest of what Madam Anna had to say, I squatted down in the plush chair that was there. "About you voluntarily going to the chicken coop to collect an egg to prepare the butter cake, I heard Mrs. White narrated," Madam Anna said. "I have made the decision to hire you as my family's maid solely due to the fact that you are a kind person. However, now that you work for our family as a maid, you are under strict orders not to wander around, not to tell any outsiders about the Curie family's history, and to only concentrate on your duties and responsibilities. You would be able to maintain your employment at thi

she sighed. She couldn't even swallow her food anymore. She got up and instructed the servants who were lined in rows to clean the table up before she went back to her room. The servants felt bad that they were going to throw away the untouched food again. They shook their heads while wiping the table and whispered. "Life of rich is never happy and contented. Living alone in this big mansion isn't exactly an ideal way of living!" As for Isabella, she lazily slumped against the cushions on her five-seater couch staring blankly on her comfy queen sized bed. She emitted a long, deep, audible breath expressing the emptiness in her heart.

Life in Africa wasn't pleasant at all for the poor and less educated persons. I didn't want to imagine how Renata and Reynard would feel coming back to a dirty kitchen. Unfortunately my educational background wasn't good at all. If you didn't have at least a degree then you had a hard time finding a good job. Even though I was working as a maid, my pay wasn't that bad. Rushing down the stairs as fast as I could, I was in for a surprise. The kitchen was actually free of any dirty dishes. Huh, odd. I didn't quite get it, especially knowing that Brianna and her bitchy best friend had been here. Those brutes enjoyed making my job hard, so why weren't there any wine glasses? Or the utensils that

She lunged at me as soon as she saw me. “Leanora! How is this fair? We have the same father, just different mothers! Why can’t I ever compete with you?” I took a step back, and a palace maid placed a torch between us. Rosalind gripped the bars tightly. “You’re wrong,” I said. “We share the same mother but not the same father.” Rosalind shook the cell in rage.

Vivienne reclined comfortably on a luxurious velvet sofa in the living room. The atmosphere inside the room was calm, a stark contrast to the storm of plans she was arranging in her mind. Around her, the five maids moved efficiently, treating her like a true queen. One maid gently massaged her slightly sore shoulders, the lingering result of the intense encounter earlier that afternoon. Another knelt on the floor, massaging her calves and feet. 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.

I turned toward her without turning my whole body. “I won’t back down. No matter what happens? You guys also can’t touch me… even death doesn't matter,” I answered defiantly. I shifted my gaze straight ahead. “Work is waiting for you there, Miss Hawisa,” said Amelia. The sound of a room door being opened. I turned toward the source of the sound. A servant stood beside the door. Bowing their head. Without me realizing it, William was already beside me, patting my shoulder. “Enjoy your work as a Sergio Lady until you’re sick of it,” he whispered.

She sat hunched on the floor, and most of the maids in the laundry room were around her trying to cheer her up. “Do you know what has happened?” I whispered to Tara, as I squeezed my dress tightly. I wasn't used to doing laundry, but I tried to observe the rest of the girls and mimic their actions. “Well, all those girls have been on personal duty,” Tara replied conspiratorially. “For who?” I asked curiously. It wasn't unusual for the maids to lament about whoever they had on personal duty. Like I knew the wife of Duke Ferrah, had a thing for spluriging on cakes and throwing them up for her personal maids to clean.

However, I had never cleaned a toilet before, and the sudden task had left me feeling drained. My waist ached from the strenuous scrubbing, and I stood up to stretch, trying to alleviate the discomfort. As I turned to arch my back, I caught sight of Jolie standing in the doorway, her presence sudden and unexpected. "I'm sorry for scaring you, Sibel," Jolie said, her voice softening as she approached me. I drop the brush, and then clean my sweat with the back of my palm, my expression icy, and I asked her coldly, "What are you doing here?" Jolie's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze filled with concern.

Judith was surprised when she saw her mistress. “Judith, changed her clothes and have her cleaned up. Afterward, I want you to leave her here to rest, make sure that no one beside me can enter the room until she is conscious.” He ordered and the maid did as told. A few hours later, after she was all cleaned up and left to rest, he entered the room and asked Judith to leave them alone.

“Good morning, my lady. I’m Jade, your lady’s maid. I’ll attend to you from today onward.” “All six of you?” I whisper. “The maids are only here to clean,” she tells me. “That’s… that’s too many maids.” Jade waves off the other maids and offers me a small smile. I step back into my room, and she follows me. As I move to smooth the bed, she shrieks.