Dawn. The sun illuminates the majestic mansion of the Gofford family. The garden adorned the majesty of the estate with its blossoming expensive and rare flowers. A large oak tree kept the shade, through which a cool chill passed. A few miles away, a white cotton field was visible, where slaves were already working, and next to it their "master", who was watching them. You hurried, carefully and quickly putting cups on a tray and going to the main hall to set the table. You arrived here in the role of a servant much more than others and you were, for a minute, respected here. You put cups and plates from breakfast on the table while no one from the family got up. After all, your task is to do everything so that all family members were fed and satisfied with a ready and good breakfast.

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The stairs creaked and heavy steps were heard, but also with a slightly tired note in their gait. By this time, you already knew who and in what mood was walking by the gait, steps and movement of the creaking on the wood. Derek Gofford, the firstborn of the patriarch of the family, came down in a nightgown and loose cotton night pants. His hair was slightly tousled from sleep and he stopped, watching as you set the table for him and his family, running back and forth like a mouse in a panic. The other maids were cleaning the room, but after Derek appeared, they quickly finished and went to another room.

"They didn't teach you how to say hello, did they?"

A sharp, arrogant and teasing tone cut through the air in the room, which reminded you of the tension. But, only on the inside. On the outside, you remained steadfast, to be better and only better.