The Secret Life Of Mrs Beeton Novels & Stories

Because no normal businessman needed this level of security in their homes. “Dinner will be ready soon, ma’am,” One of the maids announced politely the moment I entered the living room area. And suddenly… An idea formed in my head. Slowly, I turned toward the fully stocked bar nearby. Two very expensive liquor bottles sat by the side like they were personally waiting for me. Perfect. Change of plan. “How about we celebrate my marriage and the success of the company anniversary?” I suggested brightly. The maids exchanged confused looks among themselves. I grabbed the bottles and several glasses before pouring drinks generously into each one.

I haven't seen the little fellow in a while because he'd taking a short trip with his dad to New Mexico. I heard from Chloe they were back but I'm not sure. "Oh...Mrs Dickens would be back soon. She said she was leaving off work early today to be with you" Becky smiled. She gracefully tucked my clothes into the empty wardrobe. I'm sure they've got plenty of rooms with lots of empty wardrobes in this big house. I do my best to fill the ones in my house with at least, towels and robes in case we have visitors over. "Thank you Becky" I smile at the little woman. Becky should be in her late forties and married with three kids but that doesn't stop her from looking pretty as ever. She has the per

But I still recognized her. “Mrs. Beets!” I reached forward and gave her a hug. “Madam.” She smiled. “Do you live here now?” “Wherever the Master needs me, madam,” she said. “I’m happy that you are our Mistress now. I know you will take care of him.” “I will.” I smiled at her. I knew I meant that. The garden was massive, beautifully landscaped and adorned with roses. There was a gazebo where luncheons and private dinners could be held. They also had a pool and a huge yard where kids could play football.

he tells me "Oh..." I bite my lip I have no idea why everyone makes a big deal about this young mistress thing... I am still the same person I was before marrying Niklaus, but everyone treats me differently like I am some type of treasure that cannot be hurt, or I am some delicate gem that needs to be protected... I took out the chicken, pork, and potatoes... I took a pan put the pork in the pan, I spiced the pork and put it in the oven, then took a frying pan added oil in it letting the oil heat up while I spice the chicken, then I put the chicken in the pan once it is ready... I then cute the potatoes in half... Butler Wilson brings the vegetables I cut them up and put them in a pot with w

Auntie Clara said my skills are way professional but it seems like Matthew is not fond of my dishes. I see how busy his workers are. Everywhere I look they are really doing their job. How I miss being at work. Before I meet Matthew, I work as a secretary in a well-known company. They paid there workers well and that's the reason why I was able to help my parents. We are not rich but we are not also poor. I'm just living a stable life with my two sisters and my parents. I'm the eldest in the family so I'm also the breadwinner. Some people think that we are rich because we can buy what we want but the truth is we are just good at balancing our money. My father have many connections in the busi

“Let's have dinner. I cooked something." I took a few deep breaths and stretched before standing up and following her. Why my gramophone is currently playing? Gymnopedie number one is still on the soundtrack, huh. "What dish have you cooked?" "Stewed beef." "Wow, it's all because I work diligently," I jokingly said. When she looked at me with a frown, I just burst out laughing. It was nine o'clock in the evening. And... awkwardness resurfaced. “Did you drink the milk? Did you also consume the soup that I prepared? What if you were to fall ill again? You should take things slowly—"

Frank said, and he ended up with the phone conversations, Becky was In her bedroom when the butler knocked on her door, and she was surprised to see the butler brought her dinner Into her bedroom, and she asked why "the CEO said that we should be bringing your food Into your bedroom except there Is a general dinner" the butler explained, "Thanks," Becky said, She wanted to set the food on the table but the butter said, "Ma'am, It's my job to set the table" she set the table and came out of the room, and she returned to the kitchen, while Becky sat down watching the food on the table,

" Hello Mrs Agreste, Im Mrs Flemington, one of the helpers, let me show you where your room is", I will be responsible for the cooking and the laundry, Miss Thomas is responsible for the cleaning, she works part-time and is usually here first thing in the mornings" spoke the elderly lady dressed in maids uniform.

“I’ve got dinner waiting for Barry and I and I don’t want it to go cold.” “You cooked?” “God no,” she said, “but the housekeeper must have. There’s a lovely beef bourguignon and a nice red wine I’ve left to breathe. Barry and I have so much to talk about, you don’t mind eating in your room do you?” “Of course not,” Becky said, smiling what she hoped looked like a pleasant smile and not like a grimace. “I knew you’d understand,” Heather said as she bent over the dresser to fix her lipstick.

I muttered to myself, “all this exploring made me hungry.” With a newfound purpose, I began my search for the kitchen. The mansion's labyrinthine design made it a bit challenging, but I eventually stumbled upon a massive double door that opened to reveal an even more impressive kitchen. The counters sparkled with cleanliness, and the steel appliances looked straight out of a commercial. I stood there for a moment, absorbing the size and splendor, before a gentle voice broke my thoughts. “Hello, dear. Lost, are we?” I spun around to find Mrs. Wentworth standing by the doorway, a soft smile playing on her lips. Her gray hair was neatly pulled into a bun, and there was a familiar warmth in her