Mildred Montag Quotes Novels & Stories

“Make sure you eat all that, don’t think I haven’t noticed you skipping meals.” She cleared her throat and nodded. “Is everything okay? I haven’t seen you skip meals since…” “Since Mum passed away?” Mildred pressed her lips flat. “Is something going on? You know I’m always here to listen if you need someone to talk to.” Suki traced her fingers over her necklace and gripped her teacup as she exhaled, “I just have a lot on my mind, it’s nothing I can’t handle. Thank you.” Smiling, Mildred grazed a finger over the crystal and gently held it between her thumb and finger, admiring it. “I’m surprised your mother never put this stone into a necklace. She wouldn’t go anywhere without it. It was like

Ideally when he was ready to speak to me in complete sentences again… somehow. As evening approached, I wandered into the kitchen, planning to ask the maid for a snack. Instead, I was greeted by a comical disaster: Mildred was battling a pan that seemed ready to call the fire department. The oil was hissing and popping threateningly. Meanwhile, Mildred was frantically waving a kitchen towel at it, as if trying to exorcise a demon. “Alright then,” I interjected, stepping closer. “How soon do we need to evacuate?” She jumped, startled. “This wasn’t how it was supposed to go! The woman on YouTube made flipping onions look so effortless!”

"I didn't force you to be in those pics you ugly old man." Micheal rolls his eyes at her as Mildred walks towards me smiling sweetly. "Thankyou sweet soul!" Mildred finally takes the camera looking at both Seven and I. She giggles staring at us. "You two look cute together... Micheal and I would have looked cute together if he wasn't so ugly..." She says it so loud so Micheal can hear and he laughs. We laugh at that too. Mildred is hilarious and seems to be such an interesting character.

Mildred added. Mildred is a single lady in her fifties. Since we were kids, Mildred has been Bryon, and I's personal maid since we were kids; she acts more like our mother than our mom does. I don't blame her, nor am I annoyed by her caring actions, but her very loving personality sometimes suffocates me; she always sends me messages wondering where I am when I am late for dinner or other occasions in the house; she's stricter than our parents. And I despise how she snitches on us behind our backs to our parents whenever we do something wrong, which she does all the time, especially to Bryon.

"And you're acting like a spoiled child." Mildred’s eyes narrowed. "A spoiled child? How dare you! I'm your elder! Show some respect!" "Respect is earned, not given," I retorted. "And you're not earning any right now." Olivia chimed in. "She’s not even all that..." I smirked. "And yet, here we are, discussing her." Olivia flushed red, mouth opening, then closing. She shifted uncomfortably beside Mildred, her eyes darting between us. She looked like she wanted to teleport herself anywhere but there. Couldn't blame her.

“What are you talking about?” “My missing mittens last week. My overly salted soup. My burnt cherry pies. And now the spoiled milk on my gravy. Care to explain?” Magda was still pretending, “I don’t know what you are talking about. You are insane.” “I am insane?” “Yes.” The tall minion said, it was Claudette, “Normal people don’t go around, slapping anyone.” “Back off, skinny.” Fatma warned, and Claudette was mortified with the compliment.

“Are you talking about your mother?” Margaret smiled, “oh, she was a good maid, she knew her status unlike her daughter who wanted something higher than her. It was a pity she died so soon.” “And it’s going to be a pity that you will die so soon too Margaret, because my motto is: An eye for an eye. Only that I won’t be the one to kill you, let me reveal spoilers for you,” she leaned forward on her desk, like she wanted to tell her something important, “the internet would.”

She is an older woman, about sixty years old, thin and well-preserved, who reminds me of a lot of my mom. During these months, she has helped me a lot and every time I feel sad; she caresses my back just like my mother did. “Miss Stephanie, do you need anything? In another half hour, lunch will be ready. Do you want to eat it here or go out to the terrace? Today is a beautiful day.” I smile at Mildred as I say, “On the terrace, please. Thank you, Mildred.” “Right away, miss.” I watch as she closes the door on her way out, while I sit on the bed, looking for my lifting shoes.

She nearly asked him not to love her once but since he hadn't said anything about loving her, she kept quiet. Mildred had once commented on her ferocious training 'You train as though you are preparing for a war. I hope we are safe?' 'Of course you are. Do you doubt your safety with me? I have been known as a weakling all my life and taken advantage of. I want to erase that impression and rewrite my own destiny', she said , a far - away look in her eyes. 'You speak with bitterness and determination', she observed. 'Were you hurt by someone in the past?'

Mildred sat quietly at the passenger’s side distress clouding her mind. Her mother glanced at her, almost as if reading her thoughts. “I heard your friends came back this morning”, she said gently. “They are not my friends”, she muttered. “When did that change?” Her mother asked. “The day they shot the door on me.” Her mom chuckled softly. “What?” Mildred asked. “Nothing,” her mother replied, smiling. “I just think you look cute when you throw tantrums”. They soon arrived at the clothing shop and walked inside. “Good afternoon, Luna Miriam,” the designer greeted warmly.