Disclamer: I do no own Pirates of the Caribbean
Chapter 2 The cab pulled up in front of a large white and cream, stucco style house, set back behind a long cobble stoned driveway. Melena was overwhelmed by the large grandeur of the house.
"This is the Turner household?" she asked the driver
"Yes ma'am."
"Wow." Melena said under her breath
She thanked the driver and walked past the wrought iron gates and up the long driveway. Clutching her carpetbag she knocked on the door. A butler dressed in a powder blue waistcoat with brass buttons opened the door.
"Good Afternoon, Miss. Please come in."
Melena entered a large entryway decorated in style. The house had a splendor to it. Everything, from the lace-trimmed curtains, to the marble tabletops was in elegant taste.
"Good afternoon sir, I am to work here as a maid." Melena said
"Ah yes, we are expecting you. Mrs. Wheathertop, the head housekeeper, will get you acquainted to the household."
Just then a plump, middle-aged woman entered the room.
"Yes, here she is, you must excuse me now." The butler said before returning to his duties.
"Welcome, Miss...?" said Mrs. Wheathertop
"Thropp, ma'am, Melena Thropp."
"Miss. Thropp, will you please follow me to your room."
Mrs. Wheathertop led Melena down a hall to a very small, simply furnished room.
"This is where you will be staying. Every morning I will tell you to chores that you will be doing. Here are some clothes to were while you work." The housekeeper said as she handed Melena two black dresses and a white apron. "Today you can start by preparing the dining room for dinner. Given this is your first day; I'll send someone down to help you." With that she left the room.
Once she was properly attired, Melena picked up the supplies that Mrs. Wheathertop had left for her and started out to the dinning room.
* * *
The fifteen-year-old girl who was sent to help Melena was named Cathy Marshall. Cathy was the cook's daughter and had been working in the Turner household since she was nine years old. Melena didn't like Cathy very much; she was a bossy, ignorant girl who considered herself far better than anyone around her.
Melena put up with it, and did as she was told. Finally, when the room was ready, they left to help in the kitchen.
Melena soon discovered that being a maid was highly tedious. Her first day consisted of cleaning the dining room, under the bossy Miss. Marshall, taking orders from the cook, Mr. Marshall, and cleaning up after the rich, high-society guests. Late at night she flopped onto the bed, only to be awaken at 5:30 the next morning.
The first few weeks passed just the same. Melena never did much, save clean under the supervision of someone else (generally Cathy) and take orders from the cook. Melena was kept so occupied that she had hardly even left the house during those weeks.
Until one day, when Mrs. Wheathertop came and interrupted her cleaning of the parlor.
"Melena, some things have come up and I need you to go down to the market, here is the list. Don't worry dear, I'll finish up in here."
Melena left with a nod. She was more than glad to get out of the house and do some thing other than clean. She changed her apron and walked downtown.
The market was very busy that day. There were carts everywhere and hoards of people. Melena carefully avoided the bustling shoppers and collected the goods. On her way to a table covered with fresh vegetables, a young woman knocked her over, splaying her packages everywhere.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! Let me help you." the young woman said.
Melena looked up and gasped. She knew that young woman very well..
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Cliffhanger! ......... ........ ...... Review please!!!
Chapter 2 The cab pulled up in front of a large white and cream, stucco style house, set back behind a long cobble stoned driveway. Melena was overwhelmed by the large grandeur of the house.
"This is the Turner household?" she asked the driver
"Yes ma'am."
"Wow." Melena said under her breath
She thanked the driver and walked past the wrought iron gates and up the long driveway. Clutching her carpetbag she knocked on the door. A butler dressed in a powder blue waistcoat with brass buttons opened the door.
"Good Afternoon, Miss. Please come in."
Melena entered a large entryway decorated in style. The house had a splendor to it. Everything, from the lace-trimmed curtains, to the marble tabletops was in elegant taste.
"Good afternoon sir, I am to work here as a maid." Melena said
"Ah yes, we are expecting you. Mrs. Wheathertop, the head housekeeper, will get you acquainted to the household."
Just then a plump, middle-aged woman entered the room.
"Yes, here she is, you must excuse me now." The butler said before returning to his duties.
"Welcome, Miss...?" said Mrs. Wheathertop
"Thropp, ma'am, Melena Thropp."
"Miss. Thropp, will you please follow me to your room."
Mrs. Wheathertop led Melena down a hall to a very small, simply furnished room.
"This is where you will be staying. Every morning I will tell you to chores that you will be doing. Here are some clothes to were while you work." The housekeeper said as she handed Melena two black dresses and a white apron. "Today you can start by preparing the dining room for dinner. Given this is your first day; I'll send someone down to help you." With that she left the room.
Once she was properly attired, Melena picked up the supplies that Mrs. Wheathertop had left for her and started out to the dinning room.
* * *
The fifteen-year-old girl who was sent to help Melena was named Cathy Marshall. Cathy was the cook's daughter and had been working in the Turner household since she was nine years old. Melena didn't like Cathy very much; she was a bossy, ignorant girl who considered herself far better than anyone around her.
Melena put up with it, and did as she was told. Finally, when the room was ready, they left to help in the kitchen.
Melena soon discovered that being a maid was highly tedious. Her first day consisted of cleaning the dining room, under the bossy Miss. Marshall, taking orders from the cook, Mr. Marshall, and cleaning up after the rich, high-society guests. Late at night she flopped onto the bed, only to be awaken at 5:30 the next morning.
The first few weeks passed just the same. Melena never did much, save clean under the supervision of someone else (generally Cathy) and take orders from the cook. Melena was kept so occupied that she had hardly even left the house during those weeks.
Until one day, when Mrs. Wheathertop came and interrupted her cleaning of the parlor.
"Melena, some things have come up and I need you to go down to the market, here is the list. Don't worry dear, I'll finish up in here."
Melena left with a nod. She was more than glad to get out of the house and do some thing other than clean. She changed her apron and walked downtown.
The market was very busy that day. There were carts everywhere and hoards of people. Melena carefully avoided the bustling shoppers and collected the goods. On her way to a table covered with fresh vegetables, a young woman knocked her over, splaying her packages everywhere.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! Let me help you." the young woman said.
Melena looked up and gasped. She knew that young woman very well..
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Cliffhanger! ......... ........ ...... Review please!!!