My new room

As I stepped into my room, I was enveloped in a soft, serene world. The delicate pink hues danced across the walls, while the ceiling seemed to whisper sweet dreams with its gentle, cloud-kissed design. A majestic wardrobe stood tall, its doors aching to be filled with the stories of my life. I began to unpack my meager belongings, carefully placing them in the wardrobe. My uniforms, neatly laid out on the bed, seemed a reminder of my new role.

As I looked around the room, memories of my past flooded my mind. Growing up in the St. James Orphanage in England had been a challenging experience. The bullying and loneliness had left deep scars, but I had learned to survive. Despite the struggles, I had persevered, and my spirit remained unbroken.

As I gazed at the uniforms, I felt a sense of determination wash over me. I would make the most of this opportunity, and prove to myself that I was capable of more. With a newfound sense of purpose, I began to undress, shedding the weight of the day. I slipped into the towel beside the uniforms, feeling the soft fabric envelop me in warmth.

The bathroom beckoned, a haven of peace and tranquility. I pushed open the door, and the pearly white and gray marble seemed to glow with an ethereal light. The delicate gold accents whispered tales of luxury and refinement. I turned the faucet, and the sound of running warm water filled the air. As I sank into the bathtub's embracing waters, I felt the weight of my struggles slowly lifting.

The warmth seeped into my bones, soothing the ache of my past. With a sigh, I let my eyelids drift shut, the gentle lapping of the water against my skin lulling me into a state of serene surrender. In this tranquil moment, I allowed myself to forget the hardships, to let go of the burdens that had defined me for so long.

As I drifted off, I felt the promise of a new beginning, a chance to rediscover myself in this haven of peace. The memories of the orphanage, the bullying, and the struggles seemed to fade away, replaced by a sense of hope and renewal.

As the water's warmth dissipated, I slowly awakened, my phone's gentle hum a beacon in the darkness. I sank deeper into the plush bed, its softness enveloping me like a cloud. The sound of a distant rooster's cry pierced the night air, and I jolted upright, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. My phone's screen glowed 4 am, and I realized the "rooster" was merely the clever alarm system in my room.

A soft voice whispered through the speaker, "Miss Jennie, it's morning. Take a bath and come out. I'm waiting for you." I sprang into action, my feet barely touching the ground as I rushed to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, I emerged, dressed in my uniform – a flowing black shirt and floral skirt, my braids neatly tied in a bun. As I opened the door, Miss Lily stood before me, her beauty radiant in the soft light.

"Good morning, Miss Jennie," she said, her smile gentle. "You look lovely. I see you're ready to start the day."

"Good morning, Miss Lily," I replied, feeling a pang of admiration for her elegance. "I'm so sorry for the tardiness. I didn't expect the alarm to be so... creative."

Miss Lily's laughter was like music. "I did the same on my first day, child. Don't worry. We'll get you settled in no time. Breakfast is at 7, lunch at 1, and dinner at 6. You'll learn to prep and cook with me, and clean alongside me."

"I'm excited to learn," I said, eager to prove myself. "What's the plan for today?"

"For now, let's start with sweeping the house," Miss Lily replied. "Take a break and enjoy your breakfast afterward. I'll show you around and introduce you to the rest of the staff."

As I swept the floors, Miss Lily walked alongside me, pointing out various rooms and explaining their purposes. "This is the library, where Master Jacob spends most of his time. And that is the garden outside , where I love to take walks in the evening."

The soft morning light cast a warm glow over the estate, and I felt a sense of purpose as I worked. "This place is beautiful," I said, genuinely impressed.

"Thank you, Miss Jennie," Miss Lily replied. "We've worked hard to create a peaceful atmosphere. I'm glad you're enjoying it."

As we finished sweeping, Miss Lily smiled. "Time for breakfast! Let's head to the kitchen and meet the staff ."

I followed her, my stomach growling in anticipation. I wonder wether all the other staffs were like Lily or like the young master ,Jennie was interuputed from her thoughts

As I followed Miss Lily, my stomach growled with anticipation, not just from the tantalizing aromas wafting through the air, but from the excitement of exploring this grand estate. I wondered if the other staff members were as enchanting as Miss Lily or as mysterious as the young master.

As we entered the kitchen, I was struck by its opulence. The walls were a pearly white, adorned with gold streaks that seemed to dance in the light. The kitchen was equipped with sleek, high-tech appliances, and the air was filled with the sizzle of pans and the murmur of conversation.

Miss Lily's voice rang out, commanding attention. "Everyone, gather 'round! I have an announcement to make." She smiled warmly, her eyes sparkling as she took my hand. "Please, child, come forward. Meet Miss Jennie, our young master's personal maid and assistant. And, might I add, a kind and compassionate human interaction ."

I felt a flutter in my chest as the staff turned to gaze at me. Some looked curious, others seemed indifferent, but all eyes were on me. Miss Lily's words sparked a flurry of questions in my mind. What did she mean by "human interaction " ? And what exactly did the young master and Miss Lily expect from me?

As the staff began to murmur among themselves, Miss Lily continued, her voice firm but gentle. "I expect each and every one of you to introduce yourselves to Miss Jennie, to welcome her warmly, and to offer your assistance in any way she may need. No bullying, no fighting. We are a family here, and we treat each other with kindness and respect.May the introduction begin "

One of the staff members, a tall, brooding figure with piercing blue eyes, stepped forward. "And what exactly does this...human interaction entail?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Miss Lily's smile never wavered. "Ah, Mr. Reg, you're as curious as ever. Let's just say that Miss Jennie has a special gift, one that will allow her to connect with our young master on a deeper level.you can start the introduction you sly fox "