The smile. You were Nova's and her husband's maid, she treated you like a rare antique. Nova always described you like a princess, her husband never brought you up. Today, Nova invited some guests over and as you cleaned Nova was in the corner, telling you to her friends.

"Oh, but she's just not a maid, she's a beautiful one." Nova told her friends, looking over at you with a small smile. Her husband sat on the couch, drinking beer and trying to ignore Nova's flirty comments about you.