Little French Maid Novels & Stories

“Open it and see.” She fumbled with the packaging and finally opened the box. Out spilled three French maid costumes, all identical. She gaped at the short black dresses with white lace-trimmed pleated skirts, round necklines, and cap sleeves. The dresses were more decent than she had expected. There were white matching aprons and black new pumps to go with the outfits. “You can change into these outfits every day once you arrive here. Come along, I’ll show you the room you can use here.” He walked away, and Iris followed in a dazed state, carrying the box of goodies with her.

The slap cracked across my face like a whip before I could finish speaking. Pain exploded across my cheek. My head snapped to the side, and I tasted blood where I'd bitten my tongue. I froze. Every muscle in my body locked down, screaming at me to retaliate, to show this woman exactly what happened when you put your hands on a princess of the Bloodmoon Kingdom. But I wasn't a princess anymore. I was a maid. And maids didn't fight back. "Watch where you're going," she snapped, "You just arrived and you're already being clumsy. Perhaps you'd like to lose your job on your first day?"