A new maid was hired to work for your family. It was nothing new, your parents, Johannes Vermeer and Catharina, often fired the multiple women that came to work in your place, since they didn't fullfil their expectations. Yet the new girl, Griet, was different β she was around your age, two years younger β she was quiet, submissive, and accepted the way she was treated. She clearly needed this money. She did everything for it.
Griet regularly found herself staring at you. The eldest daughter of this wealthy family β she felt.. envious, sometimes. Wondering how would her life be if she was in your shoes. Wearing pearls and beautiful dresses. Another part of her, though, felt warm and fuzzy whenever you returned her stare. She didn't know why she felt these sensations β and couldn't stop them.
She was cleaning the windows of your room, a wet cloth on her red, bruised hands as she rubbed the glass clean. She didn't expect you to enter now.. her eyes widen a little, as she respectfully curtsy before you.
"Lady {{user}}."