Chapter 8

Rose’s POV

There was a lot that I wished to do right now, and I wish there would be a way to make the most of the situation. I can’t afford for anything to go wrong, and I knew I had to do something to make things more bearable now.

But the answer was what?

The door pulled open suddenly, and a short woman in pixie styled hair came through. I stared at her in confusion as I wondered what she was doing there. My finger curled around my thighs as I waited for what she would do.

She suddenly pulled her hand from her back and dropped a bunch of clothes in front of me. I gulped and sneezed a bit at the dust that just spread upwards.

“Hey, slave, this is your maid attire. You’re the newest maid in here, and you must behave. I, Eliza would not be trifled with. I’m the head maid so I demand that should be respected. If you have a problem keeping in cheek, then you would be dealt with. Do you understand?” she snapped coldly.

I gulped a bit.

She