DISCLAIMER: HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL Y'ALL I AM NOT KEIRA CASS! ALL RIGHTS GO TO HER.
I walked up the hall to my room. The hall went straight down and then down a corner on each side. I was round the corner, hidden from the world, in the corner across from me was a girl called Marisol's room. I walked through the door to see 3 women hurry into a line, curtseying for me. The tallest maid, Rebecca was blonde with blue eyes. She was the oldest and carried herself very properly. The two younger maids were Lissy and Katie, who were both adorable. Lissy was ginger with green eyes and little freckles all over her nose. Her long hair was up in a bun and I could tell she was very nervous. Katie had Blue eyes and mousy brown hair in a bob, with freckles covering her heart-shaped face. I decided to unpack, but the maids said they'd do it for me. I helped them out, but there wasn't much in there so we were done quite quickly. I was quite bored, so I decided to chat with them. I sat on the bed and gestured for them to come sit. They hesitated but sat anyway.
"So how long have you guys been here? I ask.
They exchange looks and Rebecca answers. "Lissy and Katie were send here together when they were 10. Their previous household couldn't afford to keep them anymore. My family have served here for generations: I was born here." she shrugged nonchalantly.
"I didn't know you were allowed to sell people." She gasped
"Well we'd much rather be here. I get treated well here. And to have the honour to be a maid. We are the front lines, the ones presentable enough to be seen. Back at the old house I was stuck in the kitchen, sewing and mending in the sticky heat." Katie finished. I never realised how complex the system here was.
We spent most of the night chatting until there was only 2 hours until dinner. They hurried me into the bath -for the second time that day- and washed me from head to toe with more jasmine scented products. More. It was so ingrained into my skin it was almost my natural body scent. My brunette hair was pulled up into a chignon and I was put into an ocean blue floor length dress with no sleeves. I was put back in kitten heels, black this time. I had silver butterfly themed jewellery on, and a butterfly shaped clip in my hair. It was the first night and I wanted to make a good impression. Maria came to the door and gathered everyone in the hallway. We all marched into the women's room, which had changed from beauty stations to a room decorated in pastels, with plush couches and coffee tables with magazines. We sat down eager to watch the report, not knowing what was coming next.