Strict Governess Novels & Stories

but she was willing to make up for it. On her way to Giselle's old room, Clara met Margaret, the housekeeper who had taken care of her since her mother passed away. The elder woman asked her where she was heading. Clara told her she wanted to get her hair done by Giselle. Hearing the name, the woman's facial expression changed into confusion.

She knew she had to cover up for her Lady otherwise, both of them would be scolded. “Greetings, Grand mistress. My Lady wishes to appreciate her grandmother for showing concern towards her education unlike other ladies and she decided that she will be here to show her respect for her grandmother before going to meet with the governess”. Zena explained with her head bowed and a squeeze of reassurance to Aurora. The Grand Mistress was impressed by her granddaughter's thoughts. “Oh! Aurora darling, the governess must have taught you this as well and I will see to it that she's given a raise. However, you still have to attend the class. Now, be a good girl and don't be late to classes”

“I will perform the spell. Are you both ready for this?” “I am!” a much younger voice chirped up from underneath the bed. “Eva? Angie!” Anna’s voice was stern. I liked the nicknames that she called them. “We could use Eva’s magic to assist us,” I said. Eva grinned at me. “You are my favorite.” Rachel rolled her eyes. “I thought I was your favorite for not making you wear the fancy pants clothes that Nurse insisted on.” Angie wrinkled her nose. “I can’t believe that you forced us to have a governess, this isn’t Victorian England.”

“So,did you have it?” “I have, and God, do I hope that this solves our case once and for all.” Tacky held the door open and Catherine stepped in. She, once again, observed her surroundings and admired how nerdy Tacky is with his outrageous amount of devices around, most of which she doesn’t know the name for. She often wondered how Tacky had possessed these gadgets thinking that some of the electronics present might need some sort of a license in order to buy.

Manson shot them a glare and they ducked their heads down. Then, without a word, Mrs. Manson gestured for the girls to come forward with clothing and supplies. I could tell in the brief time I’d known her that Mrs. Manson was the overseer of this castle. That she gave orders to all of the servants below her, and most of them feared her. In all honesty, I feared her a bit too. Not that she was dangerous; she was simply a very scary woman.

But looking up at this fortress, she realized no amount of notes could prepare her for the reality of living under the same roof as Alexander Vance. The towering double doors of the mansion swung open before she even reached the top step. An elderly woman dressed in a crisp, dark gray uniform stood in the foyer, her posture rigidly upright. Her silver hair was pulled back into a severe bun, and her sharp blue eyes scanned Vivian with a look that felt suspiciously close to disapproval. "Good morning, ma'am. I am Mrs. Gable, the head housekeeper," she said, her voice clipped and professional. "Mr. Vance has already left for the corporate office. He expects you to be fully settled by the time h

Before this hunger got any more dangerous. But deep down, a darker little voice whispered that I didn’t really want to give it back at all. A sharp, authoritative knock rattled the bedroom door pulling me back from my thoughts. I opened it to find Mrs. Gable, the estate’s formidable, tight-lipped housekeeper, standing in a pristine uniform. "Good morning, young mistress," she said, her voice entirely full of warmth. "Kindly bathe and come downstairs immediately. Your lessons for the event must begin."