روايات وقصص ضمن Muichiro In A Maid Dress

She was dumbstruck when she saw a tattooed woman looking fierce and feisty while holding the sticks and started beating the snare drum and ride cymbal. "Yeah! I know right?" Dennis even winked. Isabella chuckled as she sipped the margarita he gave and fixed her stare at the stage. Maria stood in front of the microphone while beside her was Apple. She was wearing a vest baby shirt that showed her navel and a skinny jeans. She tied her long hair into ponytail and her footwear were ankle boots. Isabella smiled at the new scenes she was seeing. Finally, she thought. She could see some colors in her life. She's now far away from her uncomfortable elegant lifestyle.

A short while later, I carefully opened it and entered, but I was startled as something cold and sticky poured on top of me. A paint can was perched atop the door when I cautiously raised my head to look. I started by moving my suitcase slightly away from me; it was still painted, but since it was small, it was fine. So, that's your style huh? You greet your new maid in that manner.

Must be from the garden. The aroma of grilled chicken wafted into my nostrils, making me salivate. A chubby woman who looked to be in her late sixties emerged from a white door at one end of the living room. She was dressed in a yellow flare dress with white and red flowery designs, an apron concealing its front part. Black flats adorned her feet. Her auburn hair was tied in a ponytail, exposing her pretty heart-shaped face. She directed a toothy smile at the man, whose hand was still holding mine.

"Check me out Michal, how do I look?" Mirabella twirled, she wore a long fitted black gown, a brown cross sandals her hair was packed into two buns, Michal applied nude make up on her face she looked good. "Gorgeous." Michal kissed a finger and threw it in the air. "Just that?" "Drop dead gorgeous." "God forbid, I'm not dead. I'm drop alive gorgeous."

FOUR YEARS AGO… “You’re late”. Misa welcomes him with a scowl. She’s wearing a grey fitted waistcoat, grey pants, and a white inner dress shirt. She’s stunning as always, and standing beside her is Riko. “Late? I’m quite early”. Miyamura shrugs as he makes his way to her side, cutting through the crowd surrounding her. “Happy birthday…don’t try too hard to see another one”. Riko chirps cheerfully.

Unlike the tiny room, the bathroom had a lock, and I felt slightly safer knowing that I could get dressed in a room with a lock. I quickly slid on my maid uniform, which smelled really awful from a weird combination of body odor, sweat, and everything else. Then I slid on my heels and carried my bag and belongings out of the bathroom with me. “Were you changing from there?” As luck would have it, I would open the bathroom door and find Dominic standing there in his pyjama top and pants, still holding his newspaper and mug of whatever. He had a puzzled look on his face. “Uhm… yes, I was changing in there.” I eventually nodded

A beautiful soft grey sofa set is placed in one corner, 2 racks are placed at one side with more dresses hanging on them, a wall is dedicated for the bags. I can see many expensive brands and one of a kind designs. I compose myself as my eyes land on madam Giulia Moretti, the current queen of the mafia. I cannot comment on her because what I've heard about her is that she can be the most giving person on this earth or an enemy you wished you never had. This is the first time I’ve seen her. She is standing in front of a full length mirror, two maids are assisting her with a beautiful royal blue evening gown. She looks at us through the mirror "on time, very good" she says.

"Your uniforms. You'll get three rotate them for laundry. Mrs. Chen is super strict about appearance, so make sure everything is always pressed and perfect." Aria unzipped the bag and pulled out the uniform. Classic maid attire black dress with white trim, modest neckline, hem that hit just below the knee. Professional. Anonymous. Exactly what she needed. She changed quickly while Lucy kept up her commentary. "So the main thing you need to know is that there are like, unofficial rules on top of the official ones. Like, never go to the third floor unless Mr. Blackwood specifically asks for you that's his private space and he's really weird about it. And don't let James catch you breaking any

"You're way too beautiful to be a maid, dear." I smiled, not looking up from the window I was scrubbing, "Mrs. Beatrice, that's the third time you are saying this today." "Because it's true three times over." Mrs Beatrice, the woman I now worked for as a personal maid, settled deeper into her armchair, the wood creaking under her weight. "A girl with a face like yours should be married to some wealthy merchant, not on her knees scrubbing floors."

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.