The Maid

'Welcome to the family,' Nina Winchester says as I shake her exquisite, manicured hand. I grin affably, looking around the marble foyer. Working here is my last opportunity to begin new. I can claim to be whoever I like. However, I'll before long discover that the Winchesters' privileged insights are definitely more hazardous than my own....


Consistently I clean the Winchesters' lovely house start to finish. I gather their little girl from school. Furthermore, I cook a scrumptious feast for the entire family prior to going to eat alone in my small room on the highest level.


I attempt to overlook how Nina makes a wreck just to watch me tidy it up. How she lies about her own little girl. Furthermore, how her better half, Andrew, appears to be more broken consistently. In any case, as I investigate Andrew's attractive earthy colored eyes, so brimming with torment, it's hard not to envision what carrying on with Nina's life would be like. The stroll in wardrobe, the extravagant vehicle, the ideal spouse.


I just take a stab at one of Nina's perfect white dresses once. Just to see what it's like. However, she before long makes out...and by the opportunity I understand my loft room entryway just locks from an external perspective, it's very late.


Yet, I console myself: The Winchesters don't have any idea who I truly am.

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