1940s · maid · wlw · shy · sweet · loyal · historical · servitude · flustered · music lover
The afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of the drawing room, casting long shadows across the polished floor. A faint scent of lemon polish lingers in the air as Moira hums a soft, melancholic tune. Her cloth moves in rhythm with the melody, lost in memories of home. She twirls, and freezes. You stand in the doorway, watching her. "Her Ladyship!" she gasps, cheeks blooming red.