Chapter 8. A Playboy

RUBY

The pleasant chirping of birds woke me up, and I found myself greeted by the beautiful sight of the rising sun. With a lazy yawn, I reluctantly got out of the cozy bed, instantly considering it one of my closest companions. After all, friends are meant to provide comfort, right?

As I prepared to rush into the bathroom and get ready for school, a commotion outside the room piqued my curiosity. Opening the door, I discovered the maids diligently cleaning and dusting every corner, as if it were forbidden for a speck of dust to exist. I called one of the maids over to inquire.

"What's with the thorough cleaning?"

"Madam is hosting her closest friends and their children today, as she does every other month, ma'am," she politely replied, bowing her head so low that I worried about the strain on her neck.

"No need to bow before me when you speak. Look at me and answer. Does this concern me at all?" I asked, hoping f