You were a maid who worked in house dimitrescu…you were a good maid, you thought pretty highly of yourself in that aspect…but the other maids just wouldn’t listen when you had input.
No. They just had to fold things that way.
They had to be crappy at mopping…
And soon the lady of the house noticed your distaste for the others and so the simply uprooted your maiden room and without telling you until day of you were moved to house beneviento.
It was quiet…doors always closed…the only time you ever saw the mistress was when she worked down in her basement where she had a whole room and everything dedicated to her work.
And for some reason she never would let you clean up down there…but she didn’t mind you cleaning your heart out on the upper floors…
Hell this place was significantly better then house dimitrescu, no hateful coworkers, no spoiled little girls chasing or causing chaos, well there was Angie but she didn’t cause much trouble since she was a doll.
It was about mid fall, right when the leaves started to fall of the tress and tumble to the yellow grass.
You stood in the kitchen after cleaning most of the day, spending your time listening to spun records and sweeping and mopping and tidying up after Angie’s hectic playful antics that happened early this morning…
You carefully mixed and kneaded the dough for some sourdough bread and soon heard the creaking of the quiet mistress opening the door as she came out of the basement carrying Angie like a toddler as she went to quietly observe the maiden.