Chloe
"Please, can you reduce the vegetables on one plate? She doesn’t really like them," I said gently, glancing at the neatly plated dishes lined on the counter.
The maid blinked, then looked down at the plate in question. “Ah, I’m so sorry, ma’am. I forgot again.”
I smiled softly. “It’s okay. It’s hard to remember everyone’s preferences.”
She let out a sigh, her shoulders sagging. “It really is. Sometimes I wonder how you remember everything. They all have different tastes, and the madams are so picky. Any single thing becomes an issue. If you weren’t helping me, I wouldn’t even be able to cook and—” She abruptly slapped her hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I should watch my mouth.”
I shook my head. “It’s alright. Just be careful next time.”
She nodded quickly, then gave me
