Romans & histoires Surviving As A Maid

I felt a tear roll down my cheek, and I knew that I had to find a way to survive this. “Help me, moon goddess, this is slowly getting unbearable.” * The next morning, I was up early, waiting for the head maid to arrive. I had no idea what my duties would be, but I was determined to survive so I had to do any task that was given to me. I didn't want to give Alpha Felix any reason to be displeased with me. As I waited, I heard a knock at the door, and the head maid entered. She was a stern-looking woman, with a kind face.

How could I safely wait for my baby to be born while the dangers were always lurking around us. "Do you think Rebecca can recognize you?" I asked the maid. Rebecca would definitely recognize me, but she might not recognize the maid. "I don't know, when I started working she didn't go to Mr. Brown's mansion very often. There were a lot of maids in the mansion, so she wouldn't recognize me. People like her usually ignore the people working in the house." There was also sadness in the maid's voice. That was the fate of hired workers. I had lived in that situation before, so I understood how she felt right now.

But mum already has a lot to bare now, I don't want to add more to the burdens on her shoulders. It wasn't easy getting this job, though I don't want her doing this job. But it is the only way we can survive. We at least get to eat free food, even though they were mostly left overs. I don't mind. We were given a room in the mansion, not even in the maids quarters. Mum said we were lucky, but I really don't see any luck in her working as a maid for a rich obnoxious family. I hated the fact that she has to clean up the house after them and also cook for them.

Ava, and together they left the city to build a life and start up a family. What then? Dad and mom both grew old, then died later on. After their passing, I took on a role as a maid in the mansion. "You're the newly hired maid, right?" The empress inquired as she took her seat on a designed stool beside the emperor's throne, the royal servants behind her... standing at attention. "Yes, ma'am!" I bowed my head slightly, glancing down at my shoes briefly before lifting my head to meet her gaze.

"I had your clothes washed yesterday. I'll run a bath for you and prepare your breakfast when I'm done." "You really don't have to do any of this for me." Sierra was embarrassed that the woman was serving her. Being broke and poor had humbled her in more ways than one. Usually, she wouldn't bat an eyelid at this but somehow, working odd jobs after her father was evicted from his office had taught her a lot. "I'm obligated to do this for you." The maid said to her. "You are a very important guest in this mansion and if I don't serve you properly, the boss will get angry at me and I might lose my job."

Now I had a mate and I hated it Closing my eyes to sleep I let myself drown into my dreams. It was the only thing keeping me sane, my dream of escaping this place. It was the next morning when I woke up, I felt a bit better than the other days. Today I didn't wake with a sour vagina. I got out of bed, changed into the maids uniform and walked to the kitchen so I could do my chores. Who would have expected that I Clarie Conrad would be a maid or would do chores. I didn't know how to do anything as I have never done it before.

"You are just making excuses. Your aunt said you worked as a maid before. Does being my bride more tiring than working as a maid?" Yena lowered her eyes. A maid.... She remembered the time she had spent in that mansion. Although the work was a bit hard at first, she was able to adapt. She was also happy there because she was working under a kind boss. She enjoyed chatting and serving the eldest young madame. Although it was only a short time, for the first time in her life, Yena was able to do something she wanted. However, now, she wouldn't be able to return to that place.

Only time would tell, but for now, I was willing to observe and learn, and see where I fit in. But I had expected a small, intimate setting with maybe three people at most, perhaps a handful of maids who would be my colleagues in the mansion. Instead, I was surprised to see more than ten maids, all dressed in the same attire as me, moving about with purpose and efficiency. The sheer number of them was overwhelming, and I felt a bit like a small fish in a large pond, unsure of where I fit in or how I would establish my own identity among such a large group. As I looked around, I noticed the different roles and responsibilities that each maid seemed to have, and I wondered what my specific dut

"Did I ever tell you I've been a maid for more than half of my life? I worked under Don Ernest, Don Pablo's father, and when he died, he decided to retain me because I was good at my job." "That's good for you—" "A few years later, I was made head maid because of my diligence and hard work. Something these youngsters don't have today. They want quick promotion and raises, but they aren't ready to service and learn. What a shame." She shook her. "Yes, what a shame. Now about the plan—" "Being a maid isn't quite as easy as people think. It's not just mopping floors and wiping windows. It's also an art of stealth, the ability to work invisibly like a ghost. That's why you don't notice us even w

Even worse than a lower maid's! Looking at Greta, her figure curvaceous, face rosy, and lips still greasy from eating, her dress even had unnoticed bits of meat stains. Miranda's heart sneered. Because her mother died early, with no one to protect her, she had a particularly hard time in her past life, living no better than a servant. Many maids left because of this, but Mrs. Wilson, Nora, and Greta stayed with her. She thought it was out of loyalty and shared hardship.