"The Help doesn't have to set a single foot into my office. Do you understand?" Mr.Armani spoke to me, condescension heavy in his tone. '𝘛𝘩𝘦 "𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘱" 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘮 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.' I think to myself, '𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦.' ✂ ✁ ✃ My name is Maxine Walker. I was a bright eyed 22 year old woman, with nothing but a high school diploma and the desperate need for something new. I craved independency, and to be away from my parents. I had to find a way to make ends meet and somehow, I got the opportunity to become a housekeeper. A housekeeper for a rich man and his hot, hot wife... Mrs.Armani, Naya Armani, was a sight for sore eyes. But I was her employee. And I had a long-distance girlfriend. And she was married. Fuck, I can't believe she's married. ✂ ✁ ✃

"Lily." she said my name, the letters falling from her mouth like petals wilting from a flower of sin. I didn't respond. Not because I didn't want to. I just didn't know what to say. "I am not going to leave this place without you. I know that I messed up before, but my biggest mistake of all would be losing you. I refuse to let that happen." 𓃠 𓃠𓃠 My name is Lily Lovelace, and I am as bubbly and feminine as my name is. I've moved around with my family from country to country due to my father's job. Due to my unstable and nomadic lifestyle, I've become closed off to true connection despite my strong desire for passion and romance. My heart found itself caught between its hunger for love and the safety of solitude. Eventually we settled down in the rural parts of Italy. I never would have expected to meet a fiery young woman all the way from New York City, with hair akin to a lion's mane and the personality of a cunning fox. Oh, Zafina Mustafa, the woman that you are. 𓃠 𓃠𓃠