Francesca returned from another long day of searching for work, but nobody seemed willing to hire someone like her who is skilled only in household chores. Downhearted, she trudged home with the burdens of rejection slumped on her shoulders.
As the late afternoon shadows began to lengthen, Francesca decided to visit the small clinic where her mother had been temporarily confined. She took a deep breath and smiled, hoping to bring some comfort and cheer to Zita.
Francesca entered her mother's room quietly with the soft rustling of her skirts the only sound. Zita stirred as her eyes opened slowly. She immediately shifted and smiled to the sight of her daughter.
"Good evening, Mother," Francesca whispered, leaning down to kiss Zita's forehead.
Zita spoke weakly. "Good evening, my dear. How did your day fare?"
"I managed," Francesca replied in her gentle voice. "How do you feel?"
"A bit better," Zita said, her voice still frail. "But very tired."
Francesca nodded. "You must rest and regain your strength. The physician said you need to stay here for a few more days."
As the two conversed, the door creaked open and Mrs. Hawthorne entered with a warm smile, carrying a basket.
"Good evening, Zita, Francesca," she greeted them. "I thought I would bring some fresh fruits and a bit of news."
"Good evening, Mrs. Hawthorne," Francesca replied, rising to take the basket from her. "Thank you for your kindness."
"It is my pleasure," Mrs. Hawthorne said, setting the basket down. "How are you feeling,?"
"Better, thanks to all of you," Zita replied. "Your kindness has been a blessing."
"We are a community," Mrs. Hawthorne said warmly. "We look out for each other. Francesca, if you need anything, do not hesitate to ask."
Francesca thought for awhile, remembering Mrs. Hawthorne's words. "Actually," she said with a hopeful tone, "what news do you bring?"
Mrs. Hawthorne's eyes sparkled. "Ah. I received a letter from an old friend who still works at the Estate. They are in need of new maids, and I thought of you, Francesca. With your skills and demeanor, you would be perfect for the position."
Francesca felt a spark of hope as she asked, "The Estate? Truly?"
"Indeed," Mrs. Hawthorne confirmed, handing Francesca the letter. "My friend has assured me that they are looking for diligent and trustworthy individuals. You would have a chance to earn a good wage and provide for your mother."
Tears welled in Francesca's eyes as she looked at her mother. "Mother, do you hear this? It is an opportunity we cannot miss."
But Zita's smile instantly faded, replaced with a look of concern. "The Estate is a place fraught with risks, Francesca. The nobles can be unforgiving, and a mistake might have severe consequences, even... the loss of one's life."
Francesca's enthusiasm dimmed as she considered her mother's words. "But, Mother, what choice do we have? This opportunity could save us."
Her mother sighed as her eyes were filled with worry. "I know, my dear. But the Estate is a different world. You are innocent and kind-hearted, qualities that might not protect you there. I fear for your safety."
Yet, Mrs. Hawthorne interjected gently. "Zita, I understand your fears, but Francesca is strong and capable. She will learn and adapt. The Estate can be daunting, but it also offers a chance for a better life."
Francesca nodded and took her mother's hand. "Mother, I promise to be careful. I will do my best to learn quickly and avoid mistakes. This is our chance, and I am willing to take the risk for us."
Zita looked deeply into Francesca's eyes, seeing the determination there. After a moment, she nodded reluctantly. "Very well. If you believe this is the right path, I shall support you. But promise me you will be cautious."
"I promise, Mother," Francesca said, squeezing her hand. "I will be careful."
Mrs. Hawthorne smiled with relief evident in her eyes. "You are a devoted daughter, Francesca. Your mother is fortunate to have you. Remember, you are not alone. We are here to help."
And so Mrs. Hawthorne leaned forward while her voice took on a tone of urgency as she began discussing the details.
"Dear, you must seize this opportunity. Tomorrow, you must present yourself at the Estate with this letter," Mrs. Hawthorne instructed, handing Francesca the parchment bearing the official seal.
Francesca's heart fluttered with excitement and apprehension as she accepted the letter. "But what should I say? How should I present myself?"
Mrs. Hawthorne smiled reassuringly. "You need only show them the letter. It is an invitation to work as a maid at the Estate. They will guide you from there."
Francesca nodded as she listened intently.
"And what about my mother?"
"I will stay with her," Mrs. Hawthorne assured her. "You focus on securing the position. We shall manage things here."
Gratitude flooded Francesca's heart as she realized the depth of Mrs. Hawthorne's support. "Thank you, Mrs. Hawthorne. I shall not forget your kindness."
"It is my pleasure, Francesca," Mrs. Hawthorne said, patting her hand. "Now, pack your things and rest well tonight. Tomorrow is a new beginning for you."