The Corridor's

Chapter 1

A/N: this story gets better I promise, I just don't feel like rewriting this 😭

I've been awake for a few hours, packing and cleaning. My long hair was tied up and my skirt was hiked up as I rushed down the stairs with a suitcase of my few belongings.
My shoes clicked as I finally reached the marble tile floors. My chauffeur was a women about my age with short curly jet black hair and beautiful brown skin. Her soft down turned eyes stared at me. "You must be Clementine Beaufoy?" The lady spoke assertively, "Yes miss." I replied trying to seem calm.
She grabbed my suitcase and lead me to a old car in pristine condition. The leather seats seemed inviting in the cold weather, my suitcase was placed in the trunk and I sat down on the cold seat, my leg tapped as my light purple eyes scanned around; a bit worried.
The car started with a loud VROOM and we started moving. It was a short ride to the large abode apon the hill. The car stopped and the women in the driver's seat gestured me to get out. I unbuckled and opened the door with a click and stepped onto the inches deep snow that reached my ankle.
I walked to the truck and grabbed my suitcase out.
The huge gate opens to a garden of wilted roses; dead for the winter. I walked through as I try to prepare myself for conversation with actual people. I reached the huge door, it towered over me it was at least ten feet tall and a few feet long. I knocked the cold wood my knuckles Reddening with the contact.
The door was opened by a women some years younger than me, her thin and light beige skin seemed dull and lifeless.
"Oh hello! You must be.. Clementine?" She spoke in a almost shrill voice. I nodded, bowing lightly, "Well, I'm Dove, Dove Blanchard!" She smiled a crooked smile.
She was awfully hyper, but I enjoyed her energy.
Dove lead me into the huge castle, the red, white and rather victorian interior was inviting but scary. The walls were full of Rococo era art of little angels and women half naked.
There was a huge painting at least half the wall of three gorgeous women, a golden plate under the painting read the three daughters, Bela Cassandra and Daniela.
Attention was caught again by Dove who was rambling about the castle and the other maids. She continued to lead me into some lounges and into a large kitchen with a few other maidens, they ignored me whilst continuing to cook. The large kitchen had dead animals hanging from racks in some places and other than that was cleanly. We moved again to a decent sized room with wash boards, buckets, soaps, and drying lines.
"This is the Laundry quarters, these baskets go to each of the Mistresses rooms. They have dumbwaiters and lead to their rooms here," she lead me to three small square holes in the wall with a large metal plate and a chain to pull.
Dove finished explaining and took me to the maiden quarters, it was on the second floor and it was allot of doors and small rooms of a bed, a nightstand and a dresser-vanity.
My room was close to the entrance of the hallway, and was flower themed. The walls were a soft and musky pink with flower paintings on the ceiling, and the dark oak trim on the walls complements it all. I bid Dove good bye and started unpacking.

On the Vanity there was a neatly folded pile of clothes, I presume my new uniform. It was a knee length black dress with a built in corset and white ruffles.

Like this;

I put on the dress, tying on the apron and pulling up the frilly socks. The shoes were black flats with a strap that crossed over the surface of the foot. The bed was a thin mattress but nice comfortable blanket and a old wood headboard. The wall had a small shelf, on which I put my books.
I read a lot, about allot of stuff. I'm extremely antisocial, and reading takes my mind off people.
I'm excited to work here, but my nerves are off the roof.

Word Count ; 711