Kesha’s POV
"M-my name?" He asked, blinking in confusion like I didn't hear him.
"Yes." He said. "Did you not hear me the first time or are you deaf?"
I nodded. "Yes, I did. I just..." I realized I was rambling and pined my mouth shut. "My name is Kesha."
"Fine, Kesha. This is Beatrice." He pointed to the woman. "She is the head of the maids. Anything you need to know, ask her. She will tell you what to do for the day."
I barely heard what he said, my eyes focused on the movement of his lips. So adorable. "Sure. Thank you so much for this opportunity" I said.
"Beatrice, you can take it from here."
"Yes," Beatrice replied. "Come with me, Kesha."
I glanced at Beatrice. She seemed very intimidating, even at her age. She was tall and huge, like she lifted weights. She had her brown
