The maid wore a traditional black and white uniform, her long black skirt brushing the tops of her polished shoes, a crisp white apron tied neatly at her waist. Her collar was high, pristine against the black of her dress, while delicate lace edged the sleeves and hem.
The outfit was simple yet elegant, a reminder of an era where servants blended seamlessly into the background—until they were needed.
She glanced at her phone, then raised it to her ear, a bright smile crossing her face as she answered the call.
"Yes! I love the job, no worries," she said, her voice upbeat as she continued her casual stroll along the mansion's entrance. "Yeah, the woman is a bit... odd," she added, her tone dropping to a more conspiratorial whisper. "But it's fine, nothing too—"
Her words cut off abruptly as her gaze shifted, suddenly sensing the rough, erratic ripples in the air. The maid's smile faltered, confusion etching her features.
