“Hane, there’re many more maids who can help arrange my clothes, you don't have to do it.” I rolled my eyes at Hane, who didn't seem to want to listen. She just wouldn't stop arranging my cloths no matter how many times I told her not to.. Although she claims to still be my maid, she's also a friend and I don't like to consider her a maid. She turned to me before returning her gaze to the clothes. “I want to do this, I also don't want to trust anyone to just touch your personal stuff.” It was so weird how she always took care of me as an older sister should do. “I think you're just sweet and I like it, but that doesn't mean I feel comfortable with you doing chores for me. You're supposed to be my personal assistant who ensures I'm not bored, not arrange my clothes.” “I can do both.”

