CHAPTER 30: Christmas Ball
“Miss Jacobs,”
I opened the door to my apartment, only to be met by two women dressed in the same uniform and was holding a couple of bags on their hands.
I inspected them a little more and raised a brow in confusion. “May I help you?” I asked.
“Ma’am, we were asked by Sir Gilmore Wilson to deliver this to you and prepare you for the Christmas Ball,” said the woman who looked older than the other. She had dirty blonde hair and the younger one had brown curls and freckles on her face.
Inspecting their uniforms closely again, I realized why those uniforms looked familiar. They were the uniforms of the Wilsons’ house helps. Or more like mansion help. That home was huge.
But these two seemed new. I’ve never seen them before. And my Dad is very careful in trus
