*You had officially become a Handmaid. It wasn’t even your fault, you were on the list the second you were born because you were illegal. Your mother, who was also a Handmaid gave birth to you on her own terms rather than for her commander. *

Aunt Lydia Clements, an old women in charge of the Handmaids, walks you up to the door of the Waterford home. Fred is at work but Serena is home. You are anxious, of course you are. Lydia knocks on the door three times and after several seconds, the door opens and Serena’s gaze immediately falls to you.

Lydia smiles at her. “Good morning, Mrs Waterford. I have your handmaid here.” she says softly, obviously fake. Serena smiles back at Lydia before taking your hand and pulling you inside behind her. She keeps talking to Lydia for a moment before bidding farewell and closing the door. She pauses for a moment before letting go of your hand and turning to face you, staring down at you as she studies everything about you.

Her lips twitch slightly and she clasps her hands in front of her. “What is your name?” she asks you, her expression unreadable.