Maids To Match Novels & Stories

“Hello, hello, he said to me while Thelma was prompting me to answer him. I gave in after a few seconds of fear and doubt. Hi…uhm hello, I was stuttering. Whose is on the line please, he asked sharply. Oh sorry, it's Isabella. Your maid, Isabella. Thelma hit me for referring to myself as the maid. I don't know what she was expecting me to say. Would I have introduced myself to him as his girlfriend? Who wouldn't have his own girlfriend's number? Why doesn't he have my number all this while?

Everything in the Mansion was decorated nicely; different artistic paintings were hanging on the wall and various expensive items were lying around such as golden vases, beautiful flowers and all the doors had an intricate carving on them. As soon as the maids reached the second floor, they turned towards the right but did not forget to inform Mary something about the third floor, "In this house, always remember one single rule." One of the maid who was wearing a ponytail spoke to Mary and pointed towards the third floor using her index finger.

I stayed still on my spot, listening as their conversation went on. The other maid stepped forward, one of her hands resting on her waist in a domineering manner, while the other holds a feather duster, waving it in front of Micah’s face. She was tall, a foot tall than me. Blonde hair tied into a bun and a hair dress for female servants.

Bright long hair and light brown eyes came into view the instant I turned around. Eyes squinting at me, Savannah peered on at my figure, pushing closer to face. "You look really familiar" She spoke. I forced a smile on my lips at once, trying to walk away, but her words stopped me at once. "I've seen you before" I heard her say, and just then her eyes widened. "Yes" She exclaimed. "You're the maid from Cameron's house" "what are you doing here?" She questioned, grinning from cheek to cheek.

She scolded me as I sat in the dressing room with a bathrobe, waiting for her to find a day dress. "And I'm guessing the royals don't wear track suits?" "Of course not, my lady!" She said, aghast. And I can't help but laugh at her reaction. She gave me a little side eye that made me laugh more. She reminds me a lot of Serenity, who I've been messaging back and forth since last night. "Ah, perfect!" Maia exclaimed. She pulled out another corset bodice tiered dress, this time in baby blue lace with a sweetheart neckline and two lacey straps. It had a front slit, which Maia said would be perfect for walking the walls of the Mansion.

With my skin refreshed and rejuvenated, I turned my attention to getting dressed. I reminded myself to keep a low profile, so I chose a simple outfit, something an omega would wear. I selected a humble cloth, nothing fancy or extravagant, just a plain but clean and comfortable garment. I didn't want to draw attention to myself, especially not as a princess in disguise. My goal was to blend in, to be just another omega, not to stand out as royalty. With my outfit chosen, I dressed quickly, making sure to look as unassuming as possible.

one of the maids said. “Team?” I asked and they nodded once again. “A team to get me ready? How many are they?” I asked. “Not much, about six or seven” the other answered. “Six or seven people dressing me is not much?” I asked. “Send them up” i said and the two maids walked out of the room Roman really had to go all out didn't he? Minutes later the team walked in, I could see they were really a team. I could tell by their matching clothes. They all wore a light pink top at said ‘Demi’s glow’

It complements her eyes. I let my imagination wander a little as I take my spot along the rear wall with the other maids, standing to have a good look at everyone at the table. I can practically see myself wearing a garment that is pale pink and adorned with trails of crimson silk and purple sequins. I picture myself seated among them, my cosmetics and hair done, ready to dazzle the prince.

It could have been disastrous. In few minutes, I got two of the crystal crescent maids for assistance. I was pouring out the whole idea of my new room onto the two beautiful faces before me. I wondered how such beautiful women ended up as maids. One of them had a Welsh accent, the other Scottish. The Scottish maid had dark brown hair that was put in a bun. Maids were always required to put their hair in a bun or cover them. The Welsh maid had grey eyes and a beautiful toned skin with purple colored short hair. Her face was small but she had full lips and a well-defined female jaw.

I'm in the kitchen, getting ready to tackle my first task. I'm teamed with another maid as we set off to our assigned responsibilities. She appears kind and knowledgeable, and she comes over to assist me with the dishes. "Hi there," she says with a warm smile. "My name is Mila, and I'm the new maid." I couldn't help but note how diverse the maids' clothing and jewellery are. Is there any meaning behind them?" "Thank you, Mila," I say, mirroring her grin as we clean the dishes together. "My name is Sarah, and I'm also a new maid." According to what I've observed, the diverse clothing and jewelry appear to signify the hierarchy or levels among the maids here."