Thread: Maid for You [Prince of Smut & YellowSmoke]

IMG150x112 La Lavoisier La couldn't help but smile at her younger sister's obvious gawking while being shown the Guillory's chteau. La had actually been even younger herself when she had first left their home to find work as a maid, but she doubted she had ever been as awestruck and innocent as Ellie appeared today. Her sister's naivete was endearing and she squeezed her hand tighter while fighting back a chuckle at her questions. Oh, to be this young again and free of the worries that La felt had settled on her since their parent's death. Like all rich people, they love their belongings far more than their servants, replied La with a slight shake of her head. Whatever you do, never make them think you might have stolen something and never, ever break anything. La caught Ellie gazing at her and she smiled at the concern that was etched on her sister's delicate features. The girl she knew so well was still there, but she'd grown into a beautiful young woman with features strikingly similar to La's own. Large brown eyes and fair skin, with an adorably cute nose in the center of her face. La felt in many ways like she was looking into a mirror of herself five years ago, when her face had smiled more and she'd found more joy in life around her. And of course, before she had grown wise to the world and the dangers it posed to young girls. The Guillory's are fine, La said soothingly, giving Ellie's hand another reassuring squeeze. But they are not like Mama or Papa. They are our employers and do not care about us beyond the job we do for them. If we displease them, they can let us go at any time. You must not act like a young girl, but like a grown servant. Obey their requests, do not talk back to them, and do not let them think you are shirking in your work. They have been fair to me, which is more than I can say about other employers. Don't worry, I will train you exactly on how to behave. La led Ellie into the back hall, used by servants, and down the corridor to the maid's quarters. It was a small room, with two beds, two dressers and a view of a hedge from the lone window. La had decorated it with scattered photographs she had cut from magazines that reminded her of home, and one old, worn and faded photograph of their parents that she had tucked into a mirror on the wall. This is our room, said La with a shy smile. Ellie's return felt like a puzzle piece that had been missing in her life suddenly locking into place. The drab room, so quiet and lonely before, seemed more alive just with her sister's presence. She'd had friends before, other maids, but never anyone she loved and cared for the way she did Ellie. Despite their age difference, they had been fast friends while growing up and La realized now how much she missed that kind of companionship. She had been alone for so long, trying her hardest to be an adult and act mature, and always wearing a mask of confidence that she dare not remove. The idea of having someone she could talk to and tell everything, with no inhibitions or concerns, was intoxicating and she reached out impulsively to give Ellie another brief hug. I've missed you so much and am so happy we are together again.