So I got this pretty awesome review from an amazing person,
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this story could be the next equivalent to I'll Point You to the Mirror.

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But I won't get a big head about it; that was just super sweet and awesome.
And I though you all should know.

Anyway; on with it BxD! ON WITH IT!

Ch. 2: Infamous

I sat down on my bed, and sifted through my bag. After find clean undergarments, I quickly changed out of my frock and into the uniform hanging on the wall by a nail. The uniform itself was quite simple: ankle length dress-black, the upper chest, shoulders (front and back), and sleeves were white. On the floor near the nail I spotted black slippers for my feet.

I slipped my feet into them and after finding a white ribbon from my bag-I tied my blonde mess of hair back. I followed Prue's orders, and headed to the second floor. As extravagant as ever, but not as less confusing…

"In here." I saw a hand wave in through one of various doorways on the right. I entered, and spotted Prue with another maid. The room was very elegant, yet simple. Just a place for guests to sit: it was littered with white, gold-trimmed couches, and a glass coffee table. The artwork all held a floral theme, as well as the room itself, was filled with fresh-picked vased flowers (Most likely from the property).

"Hello." Prue smiled, "Right to it then: you and Lily here have your work cut out for you. A small gathering was held here by one of the Master's children. She's quite the wild one as well as her friends, they've stained the carpet with tea and coffee. Whether or not it's purposeful is beside the point, clean it up. Once finished Lily will be headed to the fourth floor while you, Sharpay, will join me on the first. Good luck to you." She left the room; I'm getting the impression that she must be the instigator to getting us working.

"Right." Lily nodded-smiling; she was a pale, thin girl with glass blue eyes and white-blonde hair, "I have some supplies, but I've been at this for at least a half-hour before you arrived." She sighed in a defeated tone, "Any ideas?"

"No." I laughed, and she released a smile, "But you have cleaning solution? Well…elbow grease, as my Mother puts it."

"You were a good investment Charlotte." Lily smiled before rolling up her sleeves.

..:….:..

"It's not that big of a deal, the mistress may seem intimidating, but she'll love you." Phoebe smiled nervously while she followed me down to the first floor; news of my planned meeting with the Mistress of the manor spread quick through our quarters. I just hadn't known that was Prue's reason for me meeting her on the first floor. According to Lily, Kitty, and Phoebe: this "interview" of sorts, is the deciding factor on whether or not I stay here.

"Your nervousness is making me nervous Phoebe."
"I'm sorry! I just really want you to stay."

According to the other maids, you are allowed to two other maids in the room with you. They serve as witnesses of sort, and usually it's Prue and another you choose yourself. I chose Phoebe-for obvious reasons.

We entered the Drawing room and there I met up with my potential fate. The room was very colorful: it was abound with different potted plants, and a few windows being made from stained glass. On a long crimson couch sat the Mistress of the manor. The wife of Master Austen was quite exquisite; her face was soft and painted with subtle hues of powder and red lips. Her dark hair was braided, and rested over her shoulder-stopping at the wink. Her dress must've been made hand sewn, and expensive. It was in a royal purple, and stopped at her ankles. Her feet were bare.

"Hello Charlotte." Her voice was sultry, and rich; equivalent to the first spoon of ice cream on the hottest day.

"Ma'am." I curtseyed short.

"Right then…" Her eyes moved along me: examining for her approval I suppose, "I've heard from the staff that you solved Kitty's unsolvable ink spill. That means you have some wits about you…"

I spotted Phoebe out of the corner of my eye; she was slightly fidgeting. Prue held a stern expression peppered with the feeling like she was holding her breath.

"You seem able enough…" Her hazel eyes locked onto my caramel ones, "But…I have my doubts. Why should I keep you?" When silence filtered through the room, she felt angered slightly, "The question wasn't rhetorical child!"

"I'm not afraid. Of work, or…hardships. Or you. You may yell at me all you like, but I'll still get my work done."

I heard Prue hiss out some of her breath; Phoebe covered her mouth with her hand. I must've answered incorrectly…

"Tough Skinned, you say?" She laughed low-once, "I'll be putting that to the test: Charlotte Evans."

"Please do."
"That is all."

"Whoa!" Phoebe donned a smiled as soon as Prue closed the Drawing room's door, "That was the first time someone stood up to her, and stayed. She must see something in you."

Prue breathed a sigh of relief, "I knew it-there was something about you. I could tell from the moment I picked you up."

"Well." I shrugged my shoulders, "She may seem intimidating, but she tolerates me. That's a good start."

..:….:..

"Blonde hair!"

I turned from dusting one of the sculptures on the second floor; a boy my age came running towards me. His hair was dark like his mother's, but his eyes were more of a cobalt. Must be something he shares with the Master.

"What is the matter with you!" He threw a white garment at my feet; it slapped the floor while landing, "You and the staff seem pretty inadequate; all of my clothes are soaking wet!" He was fuming over something so simple; I fought back my urge to laugh while his face became an angrier shade of red.

"You find this amusing! I should have you fired for…insubordination!"

"Well, considering that it's currently raining, everyone's clothing has suffered." I turned back to my dusting, "I apologized, but we can't do much until the storm lets up."

"Still-"
"Don't blame me, sir, if anyone-blame Mother Nature."

He loomed over me, whispering urgently in my ear, "You think you're cheeky because you think you have the upper hand?" He moved away, "Don't forget who you're working for."

"You may be a part of it, but I work for you mother and father. Could you imagine what your sheltered life would be like if we didn't wait on you, hand and foot?"

"Excuse me! Know your place, foolish child!"

"Foolish child?" I turned to him, my anger fuming over, "Firstly: according to your lack of facial hair, overall manners, and maturity-I'd guess we're about the same age. Secondly: using something as obvious as your rank in society to build yourself up is as arrogant as your inflated ego!"

He struck me, "My mother will definitely hear of you." He continued walking down the hall; I wiped my feather duster on his undergarment he left behind. I dropped it off in the Launder room on the first floor before getting back to my dusting.

..:….:..

"So, you told off Edward…" Prue sighed irritant, "Are you mad! He's the third of their five children; why. Why would you do something so foolish?"

"I was angry." I defended myself, "I can't really control my anger."

"Well, I applaud you." Phoebe smiled while the three of us headed to the Mistress' and Master's chamber, "Edward's the rudest to all of us, and if we could, we would've done what you did a long time ago. You'll be legendary Sharpay."

"Why does that scare me the most?" I wondered aloud before we stopped at their bed chamber doorway.

"Charlotte? Come in."

"Good luck." The two girls smiled before ushering me inside.

"Yes mum?" The door closed, leaving with it the last sliver of light in the room; the Mistress had the curtains drawn to keep the room cool. My eyes rook a while to adjust, but her pale skin was hard to miss in the dark. She was lying on her bed, which was directly in front of me.

"Edward and I sat down to tea this afternoon." Her disposition seemed to stay level, "He told me of your conversation this morning."

"The rain was pouring heavily; there was really nothing-"
"You know that's not what this is about."

I nodded; expecting the worse-immediate withdrawal from my position. She shifted-her sheets ruffled-and a low laugh emitted from her lips, "As an employer, I should fire you this minute. But, as a mother, I greatly applaud you. He really is an arrogant pig head, and you were the only one to say it to him directly. I'm beginning to find this…tough skin of yours quite useful."

"…Excuse me for asking, but what does this mean?"

"This means that I'm letting you off the hook-mostly." She paused for a moment to think, "Take half of your cousin's workload for the rest of the month; that way, Edward won't suspect a thing."

"O-Of course mum."
"That is all."

I closed the door behind me; Prue and Phoebe were immediately beside me-frantically asking questions.

"What happened?"
"What's the verdict?"

"I get to keep my job, and you, Phoebe, lose half your workload." They looked to me in shock, "If you'll excuse me, I have work to do."

Prue breathed a sigh, "Escaping death twice—she must be immortal."

That's all for now;
also! Please disregard my spelling errors
I usually get inspiration around 1 AM finish by 2:30-3. Then come to type.
So I'm a bit exhausted. Though I do apologize for them!

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