The evening was still fresh, and the air had a smell that made me feel oddly alive as I checked myself out while I wore a simple blouse and jeans, my usual wardrobe choices a distant memory in comparison to these plain clothes. .
It was strange—almost liberating—to dress in something that didn't scream wealth or status, to look like any other person stepping out to face the world.
My new maid, Rosa, stood beside me with a beaming smile, clutching her hands to her chest as she took in my casual outfit.
She seemed almost more thrilled than I was, her excitement spilling over in little exclamations as she helped me prepare.
"Oh, Ma'am, you look so lovely! And how exciting—a movie with your husband. I just love seeing young couples in love trying new things together." She sighed dreamily, a slight blush coloring her cheeks.
I couldn't help but laugh softly at her enthusiasm, though her assumption made my heart twist.
