“Do you need help?” Amy asked as I began clearing the table. I thought since I was Aston’s maid I was only responsible for him and his needs but that was not the case. All the staff members were responsible for the chores around the house. And just when my ankle was throbbing I was tasked with cleaning the table and doing the dishes for the night.
I smiled at her and shook my head. “Thank you but you should go and sleep. It’s my turn to clean the kitchen.”
“Yes, but you’re hurt. And there are a lot of dishes.” She ran her eyes over the dirty plates which the staff was leaving behind for me and grimaced.
I tried to give her a reassuring smile. “I’ll be fine. My ankle’s not that bad.” The was a lie but I wasn’t going to tell her that. I wasn’t a baby who would cry about every little th
