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

Should I? Miriame replied disinterestedly. A year ago she would have been excitedly tending to the preparations of the party, flitting to and fro in expensive, pretty garments, but this week it had all been left to Florent and Girard, and she seemed more interested in languishing in the room she shared with her husband. It did feel like that not so much cohabitation as just happening to share a room with him, and at times she wished that he simply wouldn't come home. She did not detest the man - far from it - but she had come to take for granted all that he provided her with, and somewhere over the last year she had lost touch with him, or he with her. Both of them knew when that had been. I don't know anymore, Florent. I need time to... I need time. And this party is simply at the wrong time. Must we have it? She knew that there was no way they could cancel, not after all the invitations had been sent. What would people think? Questions would be asked and did the Guillorys not have a reputation to maintain? Beyond that, the idea that she needed time was a lie that her husband must have grown tired of hearing by now. It was not the first time she'd uttered those words, but yet had a time come when she seemed to make any use of the time she had to herself while her husband was working. In her more sympathetic moments she would realise what a strain she was putting on their marriage - on Florent himself - and recall how large a role he still played in her life, what love she had for him... once. At times she could even be affectionate, though she seemed to have lost all interest in love-making. Now, the word love seemed foreign to her in every aspect of life, not just in marriage. All she knew was the passivity of wallowing in self-pity, as only a spoiled woman knows how best to do. Well, I guess it will give me a chance to speak with Monsieur Guillory, Ellie mused, turning her outstretched leg as she inspected the over-sized garments. She was nervous about the idea of having to ask her new employer for leave to go to town so soon, but it made sense to do so immediately it would be more professional that way. That had been La's idea anyway, and it became apparent that there was much for Ellie to learn from her sister about the life of a working woman. Her uniform was slightly too baggy on her slender frame, and she would certainly have to buy new undergarments, as those which she'd been given were slightly too big. She wondered idly for a moment if she still had a ways to go with regard to her physical development or if she would be the smaller of the sisters forever. They weren't too dissimilar, she acknowledged. Sure, her legs were a touch shorter and more narrow, her breasts a cup smaller if that , but proportionally their figures were almost identical. Were you nervous when you started here? Or were you more worried about Girard walking in on you while you were about to try on your uniform? She laughed softly at her own joke, and her cheeks dimpled just the same as her sister's were prone to, lending an apparent brightness to her upturned eyes. It occurred to her just how different a life they had each led over the past five years, and really, she had no idea how La had felt during that time, save what she received in letters. Young as she was, Ellie knew that not everything in a letter could be trusted the sender was always consciously or unconsciously under the influence of the knowledge that their words would effect the reader in particular ways. She did hope that it had all been as comfortable as she had intimated in her correspondences, and she was struck with a fresh delight at their reunion. It would be good to live together again, even without maman and papa . She was sure of it.