Señora Novels & Stories

she sounds unhappy. I sniff. "Mamma, You're right," "Don't call me mamma. I ain't your mother," she jerks herself angrily. Lorenzo grimaced as his well-polished English spouts. "Mamma, I don't think that she deserves my brother. She sounds rude," Zeta interrupted. "Signora, she is not like that. Mrs. Gisella is a very nice, naive, and wonderful person. She has done a lot for Signorino since their marriage. Signor has regained-"

"My name is Renata Materazzo. We are here to help you prepare for the meeting.” She looked to be in her late thirties. The women behind her bowed in respect. “Um, what’s this all about?” I asked. Shocked by everything. I recognized the lady who spoke as the owner of one of the most prestigious boutiques in the city.

The old woman said to her bodyguard when she saw Maria Fernanda coming. The woman seemed to be kinda out of place. She wasn’t even aware of Mrs. de la Barrera’s presence. That made her smile. “Hey! Maria Fernanda!” Called the old woman. Maria Fernanda looked at her right. There she was the most important woman of that company after Mr. Stefan de la Barrera. Dressed in her light blue suit and the hat that covered her sweet gaze. “Oh! Mrs. De la Barrera, I don’t see you coming.” Maria Fernanda excused herself.

Hindi na niya mapigilan ang sarili. Hindi pinansin si Shena , tumingin siya kay Lisora na may motibo. "Estudyante Sandoval, mag-lunch tayo? Ako si Barron, at ang aking ama ay si Rivera Christian ang Chairman ng Watson Corporation. Alam mo siguro ang pangalang ito."

This wasn't a home; it was a monument to absolute power. ​Emiliano stopped at the foot of the stairs, turning slightly, his attention fixed on a woman who emerged from a doorway to the left. She was elderly, perhaps in her late sixties, dressed in a simple, impeccable black uniform. Her silver hair was pulled into a neat bun, and her expression was one of quiet, seasoned efficiency. This was Mrs. Rossi, the head housekeeper, whose gentle eyes offered the first flicker of humanity Amara had seen since leaving her old life.

She tried not to panic and plastered a stiff smile. But what did the old man just said? She's a what? "It's very lovely to finally meet you, Señorita Laura. Im Anast-I mean Im Lady Doreen Garcia madamé. I would like to give you my gratitude also for having us here." Anastasia wanted to give herself a round of applause for mastering how to speak formally. Then she tried the cheek-to-cheek greeting like what she always saw in the classic movies and silently wish that she said the right words and did the right thing.

MILAGROS Cordova was in her late fifties with thick salt and pepper hair and was the resident doctor of their family since time immemorial. The latter had slowly deteriorated in appearance, still, it didn't affect her ability as much as one would think. She was just incredibly dedicated to working at hand; even doing long hours of duty on weekends. "How is she?" Ira politely asked her. "Well, she's stable. Nothing serious, so don't be a worrywart." Doctor Cordova said to him as if that made it any better.

the ladies greeted both Mrs Yesenia and I as soon as they saw us and I could see the respect they had for her as they refer to her as madam even though she is a servant like them too. “How are you doing girls?" She said with a smile on her face. “We are fine Madam Yesenia," one of the ladies said. “Good. You girls are doing a good job keep it up," Madam Yesenia commended them. “Thank you Madam Yesenia," both ladies chorused with a smile. “I am sure you know Miss Ella here? In case you don't know her, she is Senor Marcel's reputable guest," she introduced me to them and they acknowledged my presence with a respectful gesture.

Typical Corey, always nosy. Standing up, I walked over and opened the door. An elderly woman stood there, flanked by two maids. The moment they saw me, they bowed slightly. "Good morning, Ma'am," the elderly woman greeted, smiling warmly. "I am Signora Lucia. The chief maid of the house." I nodded slightly. "Marcelina is fine." Her smile didn't falter, but I noticed the brief pause before she inclined her head. "Of course, Signora Marcelina."

she greeted and smiled carefully at the beautiful lady. She smiled at her. "So, you're Tallulah Lopez, right? Since, you're here it means, you accepted our offers to be my son's personal caregiver," she began. "Alright, hija, sit down." Her calm voice in her ear was so good that it slightly reduced the nervousness she felt. She sat on the opposite side. "By the way, I'm Donna Ramirez and you can call me Madam." She smiled. "So, while we're waiting for my son to arrive, we can now discuss your responsibility and your salary."