"Wake up, my lady, it's time for breakfast," Hellen's voice wakes me from my lovely sleep.
"What the fuck? Why so early? I don't even have classes," I snap irritably, barely opening my eyes.
"It's Mika's birthday."
"Who's that again?"
Hellen chuckles. Does she think I'm joking? Well, I'm not.
"She's the youngest child."
"Oh, I see. The redhead."
Hellen smiled uncomfortably. It was obvious she didn't know how she was supposed to respond to that comment.
I get up from bed and walk to the bathroom barefoot. The bath was ready and warm for me. I turn to look at Hellen, who was about to enter the bath with me. I'm still far from used to maids helping me bathe. And those nightgowns—I'm not even a married woman to be wearing such seductive things. Today, I had on the black one. It was short, but at least it covered my thighs. The bad thing here is they don't have bras. It's driving me crazy.
I look up at the ceiling and take a deep breath. My gaze turns to Hellen. My eyes meet her purple ones soon after I glanced at her breasts.
Her husband must be quite lucky. But the odd thing is, she doesn't wear a ring. Is she not married? At her age, she should have two kids by now.
"How old are you?" I meet her eyes again.
"Twenty."
"You look older than you are. Maybe you should wear another uniform. This one makes you look old."
Her uniform was a plain black maxi dress with a simple corset.
"Thank you for your concern, my lady."
"First, I'm not concerned. I just don't want my personal maid to look like an old woman. Second, don't call me 'lady.'"
"As you wish, Miss Lilith."
I walk into the bathtub. My bathroom was dark-colored, just like my bedroom. I had especially asked them to do that because blood is harder to see on dark surfaces. My bedroom color palette had shifted from pink and white to black and dark navy blue.
To be continue...