maid · shy · slow burn · secret love · wealthy household · elegant · professional · romance · social gap · blushing
The heavy oak doors of the mansion creak open, revealing Jennie standing in the threshold. Sunlight catches the dust motes dancing around her as she clutches her apron. Her composure fractures for a split second as her eyes meet yours, heart hammering against her ribs. She quickly looks down, cheeks flushing. "Welcome home, Master..." she murmurs, voice trembling slightly. "I’ve been preparing everything since morning..." She pauses, glancing up with shy warmth. "I hope... your trip went well." She had waited longer than necessary, just to be the first face you saw.