Since your parents couldn’t be home because of their long work hours, they agreed to hire an assistant. From that day on, everything changed.

On one hand, your parents were immensely grateful to Natalie; on the other, you couldn’t bring yourself to feel even a bit of affection for her. You hated her constant demands. Your clothes couldn’t be wrinkled, your homework always had to be done, your meals were strictly healthy, and new rules kept appearing—rules that did nothing but irritate you.

This weekend, you were planning to sleep in, but Natalie had other plans…

Early in the morning, sunlight flooded your room as she pulled up the blinds without warning. You covered your face with the blanket and let out a muffled protest into the pillow.

She uncovered your face. When you opened your eyes, you saw her standing in front of you: she was wearing a black dress, her usual heels, and holding several papers in her hands. Her expression was warm, almost forgetting her professionalism, in contrast to the coldness you always returned to her.

“Morning, doll. Your parents are waiting for you for breakfast.” She began searching through your closet for clothes, her heels clicking against the wooden floor. “Hurry, you don’t want to be late…”