Chapter 4

Rosalies pov:



“Miss Raveloson... Could you please do a quick house check? Just to assure that everything is spotless and in place. Pare more attention to the food section, seeing that Mrs Foster is picky with her food.”

“Will do. And for the umpteenth time call me RO-SA-LIE, Stella!” I said. Breaking up my name and emphasizing every syllable.

“yes, yes,” she mumbled, followed by giggles before walking away. Shaking my head with a smile plastered on my face, I begin the house check.



The news of Mrs foster and her son’s sudden arrival has put everyone in work mode. I could hear the continues tapping of shoes contacting the floor throughout the house. As everyone busied themselves with a particular task, while striving for nothing less than perfection.



To my astonishment, even Millie and Maggie. Who concerned themselves more on keeping a sensuous appeal at all times. We’re currently tap dancing the grounds. That itself gives me a fair description of Mrs Foster and her character.



I gained information from stella, one cold Monday, as we huddled in a single blanket. I still recall all that she had said. As she eagerly sprouted all that she knew about Mrs fosters and no doubt saw it as story telling. However, I took it as an advanced warning.

“She treats everyone below her as pests and never mingles with the poor. As for her son. He’s been studying in the US, with Mrs Foster on his tail ever since he lost his ways.”

“The news of Mrs Fosters departure resembled that of pleasant soul music. To each ear that heard the good gospel.” stella once said.



“So since then, it’s been Mr Forster. Who hardly ever appeared at the mansion, and the rest of the workers. But after three full years of living in peace and harmony, destruction has finally found its way into the Forster mansion!” She concluded with a dramatic voice, before wiping an imaginary tear.



Stella and I have gotten pretty close these past two months. And to answer your question, yes, I got the job. But sadly had to work in the era where Mrs Foster makes an appearance.



Looking past that. Walking into the Foster mansion for the first time gave me a shock to the core.



Before me stood a three-story mansion. That comprised of two beautiful water fountains. Making me wonder, the amount of money this household spent on their water bill. A tennis court, alongside several other sports fields, could also be seen in sight.



The sophistication of this household did little not to shun all the other mansions closest to it. As everything reeked of luxury. Not that the other household looked any less, as this is the prestigious side of London.

Despite the knowledge of applying for the maid position. I couldn’t see myself getting the job.



My insecurities had taken over. Making me feel totally out of place. You could imagine the position I was put in.



Living as a middle-class citizen, surely does dull your mind. As I was literally walking on eggshells, trying not to break anything or even touch it. In case, I dirtied it.



Yet to my utmost surprise. The instant I stepped within Mr Fosters study and held his gaze. I got employed on the spot. Being too fond of misfortunes and rejection. His words felt surreal. I simply just stood before his table, dumb founded. While contemplating on whether I heard right. But soon found my answer, when he instructed me to be here at 8 a.m. sharp the following morning.



I remember happily waving goodbye to the employees while leaving the mansion. Beaming for the first time in a very long time. I felt pride welling up within me. That undoubtedly felt awesome.



I had decided on walking home that afternoon. Thinking of it as a way to uplift some psychological burdens. Yet none of my psychological problems had departed from me. Rather, my interest had spiked once again, regarding the De Luca issue.

Every public television I came across had a different story to tell about Mr Giovanni De Luca and his company. Yet one thing they all had in common turned out to be the title: DE LUCA COOPERATION GONE BANKRUPT!!! Written in italics.

What remained utterly frustrating is, despite the amount of time I spent lurking around different TV stores. Waiting for at least one news channel, to grant me the opportunity of seeing his visage. The more adverts would come on, neither would the arteries cease from talking.

Until I finally came across a gas station. And from the looks of it just outside the gas station store. Stood a shelf with a single newspaper on it. Thanks to my spectacular eyesight, I could make out the words Luca and bankruptcy. And without a doubt knew it had been what I was looking for.



Below the headline bore a picture of a man I would like to believe is Mr Giovanni De Luca. Wanting nothing more than to have full custody of the newspaper. I make my way towards the gas station at a phenomenal pace, while feeling like I’ve won at life.



Unfortunately for me. That feeling was short-lived, as an old man had suddenly emerged from the store. Grabbing the last stack of papers that obtained the key to riding my curiosity.

“And check,” I breathlessly exhaled while ticking the last box, concluding the house check.



“Attention!.. all housemaids are required to assemble at the main entrance. To welcome Mrs foster and young master Isaac in the next 10 minutes,” came Stella’s voice through that intercoms.



Unsurprisingly Stella’s the head housemaid. Which explains her professional behaviour, and the reason she approached me during my first days here. While the others viewed me as a STD container and probably still do. Thus they treat me as an outcast.

I am quick to stand in place upon reaching the main entrance of the Foster mansion.



Delta who is on my right side takes notice of my presence and moves away from me. Getting closer to História, while giving me the impression that my entire existence is a bother before her eyes.



She receives a disapproval look from Stella, also known as her twin. Shocking right, considering their distinct personalities.



I wasn’t even given the opportunity to ponder on Deltas behavior towards me. As the humongous gates opened up. Letting through a black I8 that automatically left my mouth hanging, as I stood amazed by the materialistic object that currently blessed my sight. Until I am harshly nudged on my side. knowing Delta, she deliberately made sure it hurt.

“Talk about being childish,” I mumbled, trying to soothe the pain.



“Did you say something, Rosalie?” Delta questioned with a hint of irritation in her tone.



Being fond of avoiding unnecessary arguments. I ignore her, not knowing that people like her hated being ignored. And she was sure to pass on the message clearly, by tipping off the expensive-looking vase. It shattered into several pieces and manged to get the attention of many. Including a dark-skinned woman who rushed towards the scene gasping.



“Who is responsible for this!?” She roared. Eyeing each and everyone one of us, ready to pounce on whoever is responsible.



“That will be Miss Raveloson right here Mrs Forster,” Delta accused. Slightly smirking as she stepped out of our three man's cell. Opposite Stella, Millie and Maggie, with a space in between us left as a passage.

“Care to explain yourself, young lady!?” The woman who I just discovered is the infamous Mrs Foster yelled. As I took noticed how she very much resembled a ticking time bomb.



“Well... I... I have... no idea___”



“Just save it! raise lotion or whatever your outlandish name is!!!”

“Do you have any idea what it is you just broke!?” She raised her voice. Which seemed to get louder by the minute.



She blabbered on and on. Sprouting whatever she pleased and most definitely failed to take my feelings into consideration. And well me being me just stood there. Head slightly bowed down while enduring the harshness of her tongue.



“What’s going on here?” Mr Foster asked. Instantly shutting Mrs Foster and her relentless lectures.



“Oh honey, thank goodness you are here.” She faked a cry, rushing into his embrace.

“I seriously can’t do this! These maids no longer have respect for me. To be more precise, Miss Raveloson! I want her fired by this evening!” She demanded. Doing a dramatic hair flip. Knowing very well the power she held over me.



“I’m afraid I’m enable to do that,” Mr Foster calmly said. After having some eye conversation with Isaac, it seemed. Making me wonder why he had to. It was so quick one would miss it, but as I once said... “I’m quite the observer.”



“This isn’t over, Miss Raveloson! Isaac let’s go!” She yelled. Which she’s been doing often or do I just bring out the worst in her. I wondered.



Turning to get a proper look at Isaac. I am met with a caramel skinned man. Which isn’t much of a surprise, as Mr Foster is white and Mrs Foster black. What actually was surprising is that he already had his eyes trailed on me. Making Delta, Millie and Maggie scowl at me.

“Stupid bimbos.” I mumbled under my breath.



“You Rosalie are coming with me.” Mr Foster stated before walking away, but not before making sure I was following.



At the corner of my eye, I could make out a grinning Delta. Who rejoiced at the success of the little stunt she pulled.



“Enjoy!” she waved.

And so that’s how I ended up in Mr Foster's study. Getting yet another lecture. Only this time from the husband.



He sent all the housemaid home. Informing them I would perform their duties as punishment. And the unyielding urge to redesign Delta’s face grew by the minute. As she is the only responsible candidate for my current situation!

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By the time I had finished, even lifting a finger proved to be a struggle. My joints burnt and muscles felt strained from the pressure I had put on it.



I spent yet another hour catching my breath, as it got quite difficult to breathe at some point. And when the clock finally struck 12:30 p.m. I felt fired up and ready to go.



Saying my goodbyes to Mr and Mrs Foster. I got a sympathetic look from one, while the other made nothing of my existence. Not that I cared.

I reached home at exactly 1 a.m. on the dot and to think I had work at 8 a.m. today.



“Ugh, my life!” I couldn’t help but lament while acceding the flights of stairs to the second floor.



For the first time in many years, I beamed at the sight of my brown wooden door. That patiently awaited my arrival. I gladly rushed towards it but came to an abrupt halt, as the apartment opposite mine had been stripped good from its empty door sign. Meaning someone has just moved in.



“Ahh... if it isn’t my favorite person in the building, how have you been Rose?” My goofy landlord asked.

“I’m good, thank. Um... if you don’t mind me asking... who just moved in there?” I asked, pointing to the apartment opposite mine.



“I believe he went by the name of Giovanni, but he refused to give out his surname.



“Giovanni Huh... “I repeated. Not putting much thought into his existence.

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