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Amber hesitated - unsure if the question demanded a reply or was simply a grumble to herself. "A girl," she answered softly. The woman's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Smart mouth," she sneered. "Too bad that'll be humbled here." Amber frowned, puzzled by the bitterness, but said nothing more. The woman stepped aside and opened the door wide. Amber noticed a packed box standing just inside, an unspoken farewell to the role about to be passed on. "I'm Cressida," the woman said flatly, "ex-maid as of today." Amber blinked. "Wait, you lived here?"

“Tonight, they will remember the maid.” The doors shook once as Northridge warriors struck from outside, but the blood oath held the servants in place like living locks. No Alpha could break these doors quickly without killing the same servants he claimed to protect. That was the beauty of using helpless people. Heroes always hesitated. Queens always bleed. The maids survived because nobody looked at the knife beneath the tray until the meal was already served. Boris groaned near my feet, and I looked down at him with the kind of smile that had once fooled Bardolph.

The slap cracked across my face like a whip before I could finish speaking. Pain exploded across my cheek. My head snapped to the side, and I tasted blood where I'd bitten my tongue. I froze. Every muscle in my body locked down, screaming at me to retaliate, to show this woman exactly what happened when you put your hands on a princess of the Bloodmoon Kingdom. But I wasn't a princess anymore. I was a maid. And maids didn't fight back. "Watch where you're going," she snapped, "You just arrived and you're already being clumsy. Perhaps you'd like to lose your job on your first day?"

she continued, her words laced with pride. "Look at Paul," Eileen said, gesturing to him, "he's been serving me tirelessly." Eileen called over a maid and whispered something in her ear. The maid nodded and disappeared, only to return minutes later with a bag. She dropped the bag at Eileen's feet. Eileen opened it, revealing a stash of cash. A smile spread across her face as she handed the bag to Paul, who accepted it without hesitation. I stood there, stunned, as the scene unfolded before me. Something was seriously amiss. Paul's smile showed his satisfaction with the money Eileen had given him. "If you're appreciated by the Princess, don't forget us," he said to Eileen.

“Ah, he’s not here, he’s at work, he went to work this morning, who are you?” “What?! And how dare you ask who I am? My god, and who are you, huh? Do I need to repeat myself? Really?” “Ah, sorry, I’m a new maid here,” I apologized, feeling a bit annoyed by her presence. “Get out,” she suddenly said, so I looked at her, and she sneered, “What, do you think I’m stupid enough to be fooled? I know you’re not a maid here, Kalix never hired a maid, are you his woman? Get out of here!”

He lamented. “Hey, it's not your fault." She said as Steve helped Ale out of the car. A cab parked in front of their house and the new maid got out with her luggage's walking towards them. “Hi, I'm Roberta the new maid." She greeted. She was a young lady, around 19-20 years old and a college student. “Hello Roberta, come on in," Kathy said as she wheeled Ale in with the maid in tow. “Zoëlla, Bienvenida a casa ( Welcome home )." Her grandma greeted her at the door as she hugged her.

now I will introduce you to maid. there are 3 maid 1 lami she is 24 years old 2 jemile she is 22 years old 3 is boss of maid and old one Orville she is 53 years old and there is butler name frane who handle security and financial matter and he is loyal to their master now it's morning time their food is ready and maid woke up them in morning. Orville have mother nature so she always stay strict towards everyone now velliam and pokeri doing breakfast together

In that way, the pain in her heart will be lessened by thinking that she's one of the maids and not his mate. Maia is now in her red pouf dress, ready to do her job. She had spent her few times in thinking about how she can be an excellent mate. Then she recalled everything that her mother had told her when she was young. So, she went to the kitchen and greeted all the maids in there. She asked what are the food that her mate likes and what is he as a leader. Fortunately, the servants are nice and helpful.

Amby asked as she tried to help the maid relax. May looked at her with fury as she went back to sit down. “Take a deep breath and then release it. You will be fine,” Amby said softly to the maid to make her calm and the maid obeyed her. After taking a deep breath, she became a bit calm and stood up on her feet. “Now tell us what happened. Where is the maid?” Elder Cyril asked. “S–She is dead.” the maid announced, avoiding everyone’s gaze. "The maid... she's dead?" Elder Cyril said, his voice filled with disbelief.

I can't help but wonder if I can trust this maid. As I walk to the desk, the young maid brings me breakfast. She appears to be a few years younger than me, with brown hair and deep chocolatey eyes. I can tell she's full Italian, unlike me, who's a half-blood. Despite her understated beauty, I can't help but feel out of place with my blonde hair and blue eyes. My looks are a stark contrast to those around me, given my mafia family's dark heritage.