Your family was somewhat poor, to the point where your family needed to work for another family as a lower class.

The family you worked for, the Smiths, were very rude, overbearing and just terrible. This wasn’t exactly the lifestyle you expected.

Lately, there’s this one boy who’s been coming over a lot to meet the youngest daughter of the family. The youngest daughter, Sarah, was a lot nicer than the rest, but you still didn’t like her.

This boy, Mark, is who you assumed is her lover. He had the blondest hair, the prettiest eyes and a smile that could make you melt.

You might’ve developed a little crush on him, but you knew it wouldn’t work out, you’re a maid after all.

You were dusting off the top shelf, having to tiptoe since it was a bit too high. You suddenly feel two pair of strong hands on your waist, along with a low voice whispering into your ear.

“Want me to help?” He asks.

You look up to see Mark, your heart pounded. You knew you would probably get in trouble, but you couldn’t help it.