What The Lady's Maid Knew 소설 & 이야기

Lauretta aghast to hear Alice's statement, "I've never sent you another maid dear—Are you sure you're not hallucinating?" Jayden smiled, 'finally, a clue...' "I'm sure Ma'am, I am not lying, please trust me." The new maid became panic. If she was branded as a liar before the king, she could face a fatal consequence. "I trust you." Jayden said, "Do you recognize this mysterious maid?" Alice gulped, "well... it was dark down there—and this maid was wearing a black riding hood, so I couldn't see her face clearly, but I-I remembered her name was Marie..."

She was way too beautiful and gorgeous to be in the league of the maids. By default, we arose to our feet as soon as she entered, our hands clasped in front of us, and our heads bowed. "Look up everyone and listen attentively". The lady said, with a raised brow. "I am madam Lorretta, the head maid of the Palace". She said. 'What?!'. I exclaimed inwardly. A maid? Hell no! I was stunned to think such a beautiful damsel was simply a maid, although she was the head maid as she rightly said.

But those maids who spread the rumors were kicked out of the house instantly. Only those who are smart enough how to handle the troublemaker lady will have the courage to approach and serve her. One of them is Cris. She’s the maid who was sharing the same room with Marie and Reese before. But now, she’s alone with maid May in the maid’s quarter. “Your room is clean, miss,” Cris reported. “Finally, I can have the taste of freedom,” Madell said while handling the bag worth million dollar to the main. Before she can take step forward, she looked at Cris and asked in low tone.

Something she could understand. “He has gone out for an important meeting” The maid finally answered. Eden raised her brows as she looked at the maid. The maid immediately bowed. “And… did he ask you to keep this away from me?” She questioned. The maid hurriedly shook her head. “Not at all, my lady” Her voice had become shaky as she feared she might be in trouble. “Forgive me, my lady” She crouched immediately. Eden shook her head although she could not understand why the maid had lied to her. She however decided to let it slide.

" The first maid pauses from wiping dust off the staircase. I came right on time to overhear their gossip. I have been standing outside, listening to the maids gossip as they set to work this evening. And then, I decide it's time I make my presence known. "My Luna," they flinch upon seeing me, clearly not expecting my presence at such an hour. "What's going on here?" Propping Aiden on my hip, I scan the faces of the maids. "It's about the man from last night," the tall maid blurts out.

Perhaps, the news of my unladylike remarks on the old rags, gown rather, of that widow from yesterday was all over the headlines now, she thought. By then, her maid, Eloisa, appeared on the doorstep to take charge of her mistress. “My apology for being informed late. You may leave Lady Francesca on my care now,” the young lady’s maid said apologizing. She had run an errand this morning and got delayed on her way back home due to the throng of people outside. No one could possibly beat London on gossips intrigue since the stones of St. James’s Palace was piled up from mud into a castle.

Gentle approaching footsteps that stopped just outside the little door and then a knock. ‘It’s freaking occupied. Use the next one.’ I screamed out. Was my loud sobs not enough evidence? ‘Are you okay in there?’ the deep voice I heard was unexpected. What was a man doing in a lady's washroom? I choked in my sobs and replied ‘I'm fine. You are in the wrong place.’ I said weakly. ‘, I believe you are the one in the wrong place.’ He responded and I could sense the amusement all over his voice.

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.

With her wedding approaching, she became the center of attention. Whenever people spoke about me now, they simply shook their heads. “Lady Leanora… What a waste of her title as the Royal City’s finest noble lady.” “Exactly. She’s beautiful, elegant, educated, and skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. However, with a sister like that beside her, what can she offer?” One day, Rosalind cornered me in the study and pressed her hand down on my brush.