Picture of Ruth's uniform
My room is nothing
Like the rest of the house
It is small and shabby
Fit for a mouse
Is hold no windows
No fan
But I'm thankful for a place to rest.My creaky door creeks.
I flew to my feet
I bowed with respect
"Master Alistair."
His eyes glowed in the dark.
He stepped towards me
And I saw a spark
In his eyes when he looked at me."If you do your job well
You'll get a better room.
In the morning, go to the maid quarters for breakfast.
Then report to me
For your duty of the day."I bowed again
And said "Yes sir."
He handed me a dress
I looked it over once
Twice
Then laughed at the mess
"You expect me to wear that?"
I scoffed. Then apologize after.
"Mistress already gave me my uniform."
I showed him the ankle length
Sheet.He laughed a hearty laugh,
And shook his head
"She only gave you that
To make you look dread.
I'll advise you to don't mind her
She's bad news-""But she's your wife,
Why such bad views?""She's my wife
But there's no love.
You wouldn't understand.
You're just a poor country girl."If I didn't know what pain was
I knew now
I felt it between my chest
I lowered my head
"I need to go to bed."
He left immediately
Not another word was said.And that's all I could think of.
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The Billionaire's Maid
Poetry~A love that'll never fade, though obstacles occur, for the billionaire's maid is quite obscure.~ Join Ruth in this romantic poetry, as she tries to make ends meet for her mother and climbs her way to take what's rightfully hers. Alistair. The man...