AURELIA'S POINT OF VIEW
The house was grand, I almost forgot to take notes as the dramatic ambience of the mansion pulled me in. The chandeliers, the tiles, the walls, the greenery, everything looked beautiful, but for some reason, I could tell that it was like a doll house. It was all for show, this is not the life they live. The coldness of the manor, the fraility of the maids who cleaned their stations before they went back about their business, disappearing like they were never there.
It all looked like a well-oiled machine, the way they worked, moved, and appeared just when they were needed, but at the same time, the bruise on the hand of one of the maids had me thi nking diffferent, the way the head of the house looked at her, his eyes lighting up with lust, and what looked daring
