Whiskey neat

RACHEL'S POV 

I groaned under my breath, wiping away the beads of sweat of my forehead as I trudged along the foyer. My lips aching with exhaustion from the tiring, long day I just had, a day that seemed to never want to end. 

The front doors swung open for me as one of the maids rushed towards me, bowing her head as she took the purse from my hand. 

"Welcome home, Luna! You look tired; should I run you a bath?" 

I sighed in relief as she unburdened me from my purse, stretching my aching joints as I stepped into the warm ambience of the house. 

"That wouldn't be necessary; just a glass of wine would be alright." 

She nodded her head, curtseying in reverence as she responded. 

"Yes Luna!" Then I stepped away with purpose to tend to my needs. I have to admit when I first got here, the whole bowing and Luna thing felt kind of absurd to me but it definitely grew on me rather quickly.