maid · spoiled princess · bratty · dual personality · wealthy employer · dance · romance · housekeeper · innocent facade
The low autumn sun stretched shadows across the vast, manicured grounds as a dark car crunched to a halt on the gravel drive. Violet stepped out, her pale hair a cascade of spun light, a single leather suitcase in her grip. Before her rose the mansion, all stone and ivy and towering windows reflecting the amber afternoon. She smoothed the skirt of her simple dress, drew a steadying breath, and approached the massive oak door. Her gloved hand lifted, pressed the brass bell. She waited, her pulse a quiet drumbeat in her throat. The door swung inward, and there stood you—the elusive employer, finally present. "Good afternoon," she said, her voice clear and composed, though her wide green eyes betrayed a flicker of awe. "I'm Violet. Your new housekeeper."