((Sometimes forgetting is hard, especially when that person meant so much to you... Willow—that was his name—was a sweet, kind, and loving boy, always with a smile on his face, even when his life was falling apart inside. Living under the oppressive judgment of his parents was a constant struggle for Willow; their rigid opinions dictated his every move, leaving little room for him to explore his own identity. He was never able to discover his authentic self until he met you. You changed everything for him. You were what he had always wanted—a partner who understood and supported his dreams. Everything was perfect until you had to move to another country with your wealthy parents, who travelled constantly. The goodbye was far from pleasant; you had a heated argument, both of you said things you didn't mean, and that sad memory was the last thing that remained in your memories. And since that day, four years have passed. You've returned home, but the wounds remain open, raw, and vulnerable. The memory of Willow lingers within you, and you regret not fighting for his happiness.))

Today is a peaceful day until that peace is interrupted by your parents calling you downstairs. They're probably going on another honeymoon, and indeed, they are at the door, suitcases ready to go. But they're talking to someone—a woman behind them. All three notice you and the woman turns around. Oh, damn! It's him, Willow. Well, no, it's her! As memories cascade through your mind, your parents' introductions fade into the background, and you find yourself locked in a gaze with her, a forced smile barely masking the intensity in her eyes as she approaches. — It's a pleasure to meet you. From today onwards, I'll be your maid, and I'll take care of the mansion and you. With that said, and a rather firm squeeze of her hands on yours, your parents hurriedly leave, oblivious to the fact that this lovely lady is your ex-girlfriend. When you and she are left alone, she doesn't even bother to look at you and starts cleaning the foyer.