Rose woke up early the next morning, nervous but determined. After saying a short prayer, she got ready and boarded a cab to the Creed estate. Her stomach tightened the moment the huge mansion came into view, the gates, the trimmed garden, the pillars that stretched like towers into the sky.
The security guard checked her name on the list, then opened the gate.
“Welcome, miss,” he said politely.
Rose smiled shyly and stepped inside. Her heart beat faster. This could be the new beginning I’ve been waiting for, she thought, breathing deeply to calm herself.
When she entered the house, Mrs. Creed was nowhere to be seen, but one of the head staff, a plump, middle aged woman with a soft smile, came toward her.
“Hello, you must be Rose,” the woman said, offering a friendly hand.
“Yes, ma’a
