[@NA's read of the month in October, 2021]
The servant's daughter and the aristocrats' son engage in a prohibited bond.
Melanie moves in with her mother to work in the Kingstons' household, who have just had their son, Kai, come back from a mysteri...
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“That’s one regular burger meal, zero coke, and extra sauce. Takeaway, right?” I asked behind the cashier counter. The customer nodded then I handed her the receipt with a polite smile. “Wait for your order on the side here, please.”
The back of my hand absentmindedly came up to wipe my forehead after the end of my day and finally taking the last order. Restaurants sounded like comfortable places to some, but to me, they were where I got frustrated the most with people who thought we served at a high-end French cuisine restaurant.
This is just a knock-off of McDonald’s, I thought about my new workplace.
I had just taken that job after moving to the city. My mother got a new job in a wealthy household, and so we moved for it. Although it felt like picking a flower from its roots, I left my friends and old job behind in hopes we’d have a better life as Mum promised.
I had mixed feelings about that new job. While the salary was higher, and mum was fairly happy about all the benefits that came with serving for a wealthy family, I felt uneasy about the inevitable class gap. The last thing we needed was to feel poorer than we already were.
While walking to the bus stop, my phone rang in my pocket. With a heavy sigh, I picked up, knowing very well it was my excited mum.
“Mel, the pickups are here. Our belongings arrived. Come home soon!” I could hear the cheer in Mum’s voice.
I ran my hands through my long hair. “Hmmm, understood,” I mumbled, getting on the bus. “Make sure to send me the location of that so-called mansion then. Can’t wait to arrive, ha," I snickered.
I was sure Mum was frowning. “Mel, please. If you aren’t happy with this, then let me be.”
“Sorry, I’m not happy with living in a place where I’ll be labelled ‘the maid’s daughter’, Mum. Sounds reasonable to me.”
The line went silent, and I regretted my words. I didn’t say them out of any spite or such; Mum merely needed to wake up from dreamland. We weren’t moving out to a home but to a house where we would be employees.
“Alright, Mum, I’m coming. See you there.”
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I put the last of my papers in the small drawer and gave the room a final look.
Mum got employed at some wealthy family’s mansion as a… maid, but she liked to think she would do more than just serving. Maybe a consultant for their marital life? Funny as she was a single mum. The family offered us a living at their residence, so Mum stayed close whenever the house lady needed something.
