Novel & Cerita Little French Maid

Lucy whispered. "I did." Everyone turned to her, "Aurora you lucky bastard, how did you manage to do it? Let us in on the secret." Ida asked her. "Cathy called me, and I went inside and found Madam. She assigned me to the room." "Did you meet any handsome men?" Lucy asked eagerly. "I only met two but I didn't get to look them in the face." "Bummer." As everyone's excitement dimmed down significantly. "It's only her first day you know, and we don't know how long Constance will have the measles for," Agnes added once more.

“Morena, really pretty, and… hot. I think she’s one of the maids here.” Manang Rosy’s mouth dropped slightly, her face turning red at how bluntly he described the girl. But she knew exactly who he meant. “Are you looking for Olivia?” another maid, Aling Nita, spoke up. Rosy was too flustered to talk. “Olivia? Is that her name?” he asked quickly. “The one who cleaned my room a few days ago? Heart-shaped face, beautiful?” The name rolled off his tongue so smoothly it made his gut clench. Olivia. Damn, he could almost hear himself moaning her name.

Lily rolled her eyes muttering when she heard the answer but couldn't help but laugh “parlez vous anglais?” Gary whispered quickly before he answered Lily's words, not why he just realized that this girl is French, but he could see that she looked more like Moja Poland or this America "Gary" he said a little enthusiastically and Lily raised an eyebrow when she managed to calm herself down more to hear French words from this man, what is certain she know is that he is not an ordinary person if he has a bedroom as cool as this "And you're a little girl?" Again Lily rolled her eyes at his taunt but she didn't know why a smile always appeared on her face when he said words "-Hey"

Who on earth is Lyon? “Bonjour Mémé,” River says laughing as soon as Maddie reaches us. He bends down and plants air kisses on her cheeks. Umm. Weird. She says something else to him in a language I think is French. I just stood there confused. Maddie speaks French. River speaks it too? “I think I’ve found the perfect bracelet, Vienna.” She says finally turning to me. She holds up a beautiful silver bracelet with letter charms that spell Castries. “Isn’t it beautiful? Of course, I’ll never wear it in public but it is pretty to have.”

“Can you just….” “I will just slay you here and throw you out from the window if you dare make any request. Do you know the crime that follows impersonating a maiden of the palace just to execute your evil plans?” Freya tugged back her tanto knife in its case. “Now, where is the real maid?” She shook her head. “I am the maid….” A thunderous slap. The maid wasn't expecting that. She can tell that Freya was more than how she was described. Even with her looks, one wouldn't hesitate to believe that she was an assassin if told.

She smiles brightly and because I don’t want to feel awkward, I smile too. A tall, elegant woman approaches wearing a tailor made blouse tucked into a pencil skirt. “Bonsoir, Mesdames.” She says, her voice thick with a French accent. “I am Madame Leclair, the owner of this Maison de luxe; it’s my pleasure to assist you. Please follow me.” She turns, her high heel clicking on the floor.

I wasn’t in the mood for alcohol of any kind. “Suit yourself, France.” She shrugged indifferently and turned to greet Charlotte, who danced over holding a cherry flavored wine cooler. “These are FANtastic! Hiiii Babe!” She waved at me, twirling around so her vintage orange halter dress fanned out. I made my way over to give her a hug, feeling Brody’s persistent eyes on me the entire time. France? The nickname rung unpleasantly in my head and I crinkled my nose. Making a mental note to correct Brody later, I slipped away to find Liza. I only had to walk a few feet.

As a petite maid who was walking up the stairs froze before me. "Are you the man who made Lord Oskar sleep?" The petite maid asked, interrupting Maurice and me. I glanced at her curiously as I stepped toward her down the steps. "Yes?" I admitted to the mousey-brown-haired maid. "Really?' The Maid beamed as I got to where she stood midway down the steps. "What's your name?' I asked, looking into the maid's hazel eyes. "Lena." The maid said quickly. I wondered what she was doing here talking to me.

Mikel drove out in search of Caira, but he couldn't find any trace of her, he seemed to have lost her, but he still had to find her and explain everything to her. ***************************** A maid walked into the sitting room with a glass of wine and placed it carefully on the table. "Madam, your drink is served" the maid said with a bow while Naomi stared at the drink awkwardly before pushing the drink off the table. "What the hell is this, I never asked for a drink. Do you really think you can poison me?" Naomi asked in anger while the maid went down on her knees immediately. "Madam, the drink isn't poisoned, you requested for a drink few minutes ago" the maid said while Naomi suddenly

She looked really simple but elegant and I liked that. I told the driver to stop and slid the side window down. I put on an expressionless look and tried not to show that I was carried away by her beauty. I couldn’t stop myself from getting a better look at her before I spoke up. “What’s your name and what are you doing here?” I asked, putting on my usual cold look. “I’m Emily Jones, and I’m here in search of a job as a maid,” she said. She had a nice voice too, I must confess.