Ella's POV
My bones ached. I was tired. The count had a party for his friends and I had helped all day in the kitchen, cooking with the chefs and serving with the other maids.
I didn't know what he was celebrating and didn't bother to ask. It wasn't like he was going to tell me if I did. I was a slave who didn't have the right to think and ask questions.
"You can all rest now." The butler said as he entered the kitchen and left.
I sagged against the sink, finished with the dishes I was watching and ran to my bedroom. I needed a good scrub and then a long sleep.
"Take your food, slave." The chef shouted at my retreating back.
I rolled my eyes. Would it be so bad to be addressed as my name?
"Yes." I said, turning back to the kitchen.
"Oh! I almost forgot." She smiled at me. "Will you
