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A maid is here, let me do what she wants. “Alright bye love. Please keep in touch” “I will”. “Good afternoon, ma’am,” the maid said politely, bowing slightly. “My name is Jeanne. I’m your personal maid. I just wanted to let you know that everything has been arranged for your comfort. If there’s anything else you need, please don’t hesitate to tell me.” she said smiling. While she spoke, my eyes drifted anxiously toward the expansive media room. I couldn’t see Noah’s shadow through the tinted glass, and my heart skipped a beat.

Suddenly, I heard the soft footsteps of someone approaching the door. Who could this be? I wondered. The door opened and of the maid from earlier slowly turned her gaze at me, her eyes filled with understanding. She took a step closer and bowed respectfully. I looked at her, curious about what she had to say. She seemed different from the others, more perceptive, as if she could sense the turmoil within me. “I noticed that you’ve been lost in your thoughts, Freda,” the maid said gently. “I understand that you’re going through a difficult time, and I wanted to let you know that I empathize with you.”

“A tale tells of local pirates coming over from time to time, out on this side of the sea” The voice of Makai, broke out, earning the chuckles from the number of sight-seers, who seemed to be enjoying their time, meanwhile here I was, sat lone with an aching heart, yearning to know if the man I loved was alright. “That can’t be true!” A little girl squealed, the sound of her chuckles pouring out, but her utterance was returned with a light squeeze from the lady beside her. “Oh, believe me. It is!” Followed Makai. “They go around hunting for little ones to get aboard their ships” He pinched her cheeks, earning a low laugh from her.

Head Maid) Don't be silly child, I watched from the very first day you stepped into this house. You my child are a very hard worker, you help others, trust me was I impressed. You Lillian deserve to rest, you have overworked yourself. So, please go to bed early, Roslyn will take care of the dinner.

The maid lead Chloe towards the weapons room, just like Charlotte instructed her. When they reached the weapons room, the maid unlocked the door with the lock Charlotte gave her. She opened the door just a little bit, so that Chloe can go through. "Please go inside Miss, Miss Mia would be joining you soon" the maid said with a forced smile. Chloe noticed that the maid is tense. "Are you alright?" She asked the maid with concern. The maid is taken aback by her words. But she already took the money from "Yes of course miss. Please go inside" the maid stuttered.

Their eyes constantly searched through the crowd, longing to see their daughter yet fearing her cold gaze. "She's here!" Someone gasped quietly, and the entire venue instantly fell silent. A perfectly tailored suit outlined Caio's tall, upright figure. On his arm was a woman wearing an emerald green evening gown. She wore no excessive jewelry, only a simple pearl necklace at her throat, but it set off her cool and noble temperament. The confidence and composure radiating from her bones made her seem like a completely different person from before. Gianna attended as the Madre of the Pace famiglia.

I thought he was going to yell but then he continued down the stairs, past the mess, past me, and out through the front doors without a word. I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding. The maid beside me exhaled too. "You're lucky," she whispered, barely audible. "Lucky how?" She shook her head quickly and went back to sweeping, like she'd already said too much. *** On the sixth day, the young maid who had almost smiled at me in the hallway sat across from me at the staff table at lunch. Her name was Rina. Twenty years old. Two years at the estate.

Levie shouted, sitting on the grass with her expensive designer bag hugged tightly against her chest like a teddy bear. “Will you allow this, Mama?! I was humiliated by a mere MAID! Huhuhuhu!” she cried, like a kid who lost a toy in the mall. “What?! A maid? As in a household help?!” Mrs. Sebastian shrieked. “Yes, Mom! A maid! She was even wearing an apron and had the nerve to act like she owned the whole mansion! I wanted to pull her hair but… huhuhu… I just cried out of frustration!”

Elder Marcellus said again, trying to make his voice softer as if afraid to scare her so she wouldn't feel threatened, and I began to wonder why he was so active. From what I learned about this old man who doesn't look his age, he would never interfere in a matter that wouldn't benefit him in one way or the other. At this moment, the maid finally hesitated, her gaze flickering in my direction, and she quickly lowered her head as soon as our eyes met midair. I pressed my lips together, speechless. Couldn't she act better? Her reaction seemed so odd, as though she had been bullied. Then, I heard the maid finally say, “The person is…. Miss Kyra.”

he said fiercely. But the maid didn’t struggle; instead, she gave a thin smile—sad and almost relieved. “I served her long before you ever touched her hand. I carried the tray and brought meals to her room. I cleaned blood from her sheets. I heard her crying in the dark when no one else listened.” Vincent tightened his grip on the maid’s neck as he questioned. “What do you mean?” The maid's voice dropped to a whisper. “She has always belonged to this house…and I… I was ordered never to speak.”