In love with a maid??

Chapter 3 Analia's P.O.V.

"Analia time to get up!" a voice calls waking me up.

Probably Martha or Franny. She was another maid who I became close with.

Franny who was in her late 20's was tall, had jet black puffy curly hair, beautiful dark brown eyes, and glowing light skin.

"Okay!" I call back getting up from bed.

"The first thing you have to do this morning is go into Elias Richardson's room to put some towels in his bathroom." The voice explains, at that point I knew it was Franny.

"Thanks Fran." I retort loudly, "no problem." She calls out and leaves.

I hurry into the bathroom brush my teeth, take a quick hot shower, put my maid uniform on, and place comfortable shoes on my feet.

My hair is done in two side french braids. I smile at myself as I look into the full size mirror.

I saw not just any young lady, but a strong hard working girl who was eager to succeed in life. Nothing nor anyone was going to stop her from getting to her blessing. She will fight for what she wants, for what she needs, for what she deserves. She will fall, but she will get right back up, and although she would cry, she will show the world her beautiful smile even more.

"You can do anything." I say to myself confidently and with that walk out the room with the towels that awaited me outside my door, and into the mansion up to Elias's room.

All I heard from Martha was that Elias was around my age, hot, and pretty rude.

I didn't know a women in her 30's still used the word hot.

Did she even know what hot meant?

Then again Martha wasn't just any 30 year old to be fair, she would act like a teen most of the time.

So maybe she had a point.

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     Saying good morning to Mrs.Richardson who was sipping some tea sitting on her chair in the breakfast table with Elis, who never seemed to pay attention to anyone but her face I make my way up the stairs.

Like seriously?!

It's not like her face will change or get any prettier than it already is by the amount of times she looks at it during the day.

I'm surprised it hasn't fallen off yet.

Once I arrived, I softly knocked on his door.

No answer.

"Hello." I call gently hoping he would reply.

Still no answer.

He has to be sleeping...yeah he's definitely sleeping.

I guess I have no choice, but to go in there.

I shrug my shoulders, open the door quietly, and walk in.

Do not make eye contact towards the bed.

Got it(agreeing with my inner self).

Without even looking towards the bed as my conscious clearly advised not to, I quickly go to his bathroom and place the towels in their proper spot.

Walking out my eyes make their way towards the bed.

Oops.....

I couldn't help it!