The only thing that I'm glad about this whole situation is the fact that I finally met someone who's worse than me when it comes to household chores.
Alexander's a hopeless case. Though I get that he's a fallen noble and has smoother hands than mine due to his lack of participation on those grinding housework, I think a mop shouldn't be something that'll ruin a man's career. I'm aware that as a fashion designer, he managed to stay awake all night, squinting his eye on that small hole of a needle without dozing off at all. That's why I believe that learning to wipe the floor shouldn't be something so arduous for someone like him.
"Let's just clean it together, Sir Alexander," I proposed, only to receive an appalled reaction from him.
"No, it isn't necessary. Let's just wait for them. You can stay at the upper floor for now since it's less messy. I already prepared your room as well."
"We won't be able to get any work done at this rate, though."
