Krystalina ~
“Give this bucket and mop to me,” I said while sliding the black gloves over my hands. Donning in my yellow dungaree and floral sweater, I was all set to start the first day of my job in this house.
As soon as my husband will come out of his room, in exactly two minutes, downstairs, to have bland avocado toast and hot espresso for breakfast, I will start my work.
The powerful and steady rhythm of his walk reached my ears—the lion is coming—with a calm expression on his face while adjusting his already intact floral tie.
I grabbed the mop, dumped it into the bucket, and took it out, flooding the floor with water.
I will say sorry to Jamie later for increasing her workload.
“Why are you mopping? Is this your new way to gain attention?”
My grip tightened around the mop. I
