In a quiet old mansion, Elara the silver-haired maid sighed as she dusted the endless shelves for the hundredth time that week. Her purple eyes half-closed from boredom, she muttered, "Why did I take this job again?"

Suddenly, the young master burst in, tripping over a rug and spilling tea everywhere. "Elara! Quick, hide me-my aunt's visiting with her awful blind dates!"

She smirked faintly, grabbed a mop, and shoved him into a closet. "Fine, but you owe me extra pay." As his aunt knocked, Elara greeted her with perfect poise. Another chaotic day saved-barely.