Rory pulled loose strands of hair out of her flushed face. She was scrubbing the floors of the colossal Huntzberger mansion. She had been working as a servant for the newspaper king, his wife, and his daughter ever since she could remember. Her family had gotten into a Gilmore depression and lost most of their money by a silly and irresponsible mistake made by Emily Gilmore when Rory was just two years old. Now, Rory had to pay for the mistake by working here for no money, but for food and shelter.
Every day in the house was almost the same. The cleaning, cooking, and maid service were done every day by Rory. But she wasn't alone. A whole staff of 20 or so maids scurried around the house every waking moment of the day, and when one maid was sleeping the other 19 were making beds, cooking soup, or greeting the Huntzbergers. All Rory's hopes of going to Harvard went out the window that was currently open in the room she was washing. Many a times she had devised escape plans, but none of them succeeding.
"Done." She muttered to herself.
She stood up, brushing off her apron with her wet hands. After Rory heaved a great sigh, she picked up her bucket and brush and proceeded to the next room.
After 4 hours of washing, she was done with all the rooms in the house.
"Finally." Rory said aloud to the sparkling floor she just finished scrubbing. She checked her cheap watch. Dinner was supposed to start 10 minutes ago!
"Rory?! Where are you?" came the loud powerful yell from downstairs.
Sighing, she strolled down the marble stairs, taking her sweet time.
"Rory, what in heavens name are you doing?"
Rory spun around at the entryway to see the annoying face of Shira Huntzberger. And, as usual, a fake plastic smile was seemingly glued to her face. Try as she might, Shira seemed not to hide a lighted cigarette well enough because Rory glanced at it and quickly averted her eyes.
Stress smoking. Rory thought nonchalantly. Just like Shira.
"Nothing...um...nothing at all. Bye." She said quickly.
"Marco?" Rory asked aloud and searched for where Mitchum was, not expecting an answer.
"Polo." A voice came from inside the dining room.
Rory frowned and hurried over to the majestic dining hall. When she got there, she found she was staring straight into the sparkling hazel eyes of a certain handsome young blonde boy.