The Housemaid Books In Order Novels & Stories

“You must be tired from the journey. Rest well tonight. You’ll start tomorrow morning.” She turned to leave, but Tessy’s unease bubbled over. “Wait!” she called. “Is this… is this how the other maids’ rooms are? Like this?” Her words stumbled out, awkward and desperate. Lilly blinked, confusion crossing her face. She glanced around the lavish room, then back at Tessy. “Honestly? I’m just as confused as you are. But you must be… special.” “What?” Tessy asked sharply. “The maids’ quarters are downstairs. They’re nothing like this. Only Margaret stays upstairs. But since you’re here as the assistant head maid, you’re next in line. This is your place.”

It was a document that contains the information about the right attitude of maids that was written by Sarai’s mother. The document was a rough sketch of how the whole book will be and how each expression will be dealt with. I was just thinking about how possible such books will be here. Also, the version of that book o am aware of has the name of the new head maid in it. That leaves me with the question of who is lying or being truthful. I thought to myself that I need to act silly but since there’s not so much time for that, I have to do what I’ve got to do to make sure I have the chances to do that later.

I would send away all the handmaidens he had given me as well as the servants which attended to my bedroom. The red-headed servant turned out to be a stubborn person. She followed me into my chambers, helped me with the heavy box, and accompanied me back to Djurek's bedroom. “There is not much to take, now,” I said as we headed to the stack of books on the table. I just want to take some of my books and then a few makeup and jewellery.”

I went straight to her room. It was a shrine. Frozen in time. Her bed was neatly made, her stuffed animals arranged just so. It was how the maid kept it. Lanc’s orders. I walked to her bookshelf, my heart a painful drum in my chest. There, between a picture book about butterflies and a well-loved copy of Charlotte’s Web, was what I was looking for.

She was also surprised about how the study was so clean and the books were neatly arranged on the shelf, they were all set neatly, and there was nothing like stain or liters on the floor in the study. Blair was wondering why there were so many maid in the house he doesn’t even live in, now she understands why. The mansion was so big that ten maids wouldn’t be able to keep it as clean as it was, that was the needs for so many maids. The mansion was so cleans and she and she saw their works, even the maids at the palace wouldn’t do a great job like this.

The mansion wasn't a small one so it would really be difficult cleaning the whole place. There were nine maids in total, Dorota who was the head maid, Brittney and Marissa who roomed in the first, Jasmine and Mia, also roomies, Mary and Diana, who gave off this kind of weird vibe and finally Alice and I, who stayed in the last room. Alice has been my guide. She explained things better than the so-called Miss Dorota. The maid's outfit was a little bit tight and short on me but that was the only available size. I never really wore revealing clothes so it was hard adjusting to the new lifestyle.

It’s been only a couple of weeks, and I could see the cobwebs pattering the ceilings. Books were scattered at a corner, curtains draped down producing minimal light to the area. The entire place was just the way I left it. Silent. Hands pulling at the plastic wraps I had covered the chairs with, I went uncovering the whole furnitures. Truly the house had been deserted, and there lingered that homely feel which welcomed me properly into the space. The couches remained ever as good, all thanks to the plastic coverings, and the mist I had sprayed everywhere, right before leaving.

“For training.” I smiled despite myself. “Tell her thank you.” The maid hesitated. “Actually…” “What?” “She said not to thank her.” I frowned. “Why?” “You’ll understand later.” Strange… very strange. That evening, I wandered into the library again, this time not to read but because I wanted silence. I returned yesterday’s books. The librarian smiled nervously. “I found something else you may enjoy.” He placed a slim volume before me. It wasn’t about kings or bloodlines or prophecies. Its title read; Forgotten Women of the First Kingdom.

Weak, timid, incompetent—those were the kindest words people used. He’s had over twenty maids in the past six months, and none lasted more than two weeks. "Mrs. Beatrice—" "I know what you're thinking." She held up a gnarled hand. "But the pay is triple what I give you. Triple, Sera. You'd have enough for school in two months, maybe less." Two months. I could be sitting in a classroom in two months. Learning mathematics, history, literature—all the things my brothers got to study while I learned needlepoint.

MAY I clenched my fists. I thought I could fake a smile but my face didn’t cooperate with my slyness. She was dressed in a different attire, one that I had never seen since I got to the mansion. The maid stepped backwards as she came forward. “My name is Lydia and I am the current housekeeper. For the next two weeks, I will take up the duties of the butler and manage the maids until Mama comes back. Nice to meet you, Miss,” She smiled at me. Just by taking one look at her, I could tell that she was an opportunist. She was smiling so confidently, not minding that she was caught with my husband last night.