Helena was alone in a luxurious two-story house. She was alone wearing her maid outfit, which looked like a black dress.
The shape of the skirt is short, with a little side slit. And Helena's hair, which she wore neatly, was enough to make her look professional.
"I hope ... they are not arrogant guests," muttered Helena was ready to stand in front of the main door.
"A King and Queen? Huh, what dream am I? So that I become their servant, I hope I don't make the slightest mistake," she muttered back.
Helena often looked at the clock on the wall. She also looked at herself in the large oval mirror near the entrance. Ensuring her appearance does not look wrinkled or disappointing.
How long had she been waiting in anxiety? It felt like both of Helena's legs felt cramped from standing for too long.
"Why did Benito take so long to come? Is there a problem picking up the important guest?" muttered Helena, looking back at the large wall clock.