I didn't know the structure of the estate just yet, as I didn't get the chance for a house tour. But that was alright since I enjoyed taking walks. I walked around aimlessly until I reached the kitchen — I only knew it was the kitchen when I peeked inside the door.
Everyone inside where busy peeling, cooking, and just about everything that could be done in the kitchen. I wanted to go inside and see what they were preparing, but I figured my presence would only bring discomfort to them.
"So, what is the Madam look like?"
Just when I was about to leave and continue this house tour alone, a maid suddenly inquired. She sounded excited, asking the other maids who were stationed in the kitchen.
"Is she as beautiful as the painting? Did she like the food in their first family dinner?" the same maid inquired.
