Bold Little Mouse
The back of her palm swept across her forehead, wiping away the sweat as she shut the door to the room she had just finished cleaning.
It was the third one she’d cleaned today, but this particular room seemed unused. It had clearly never been cleaned before. Camelia wondered why the other maids always ignored it. She locked the door, the keys clinking softly in the quiet hallway.
She tugged the hem of her gown down with a sigh. The maid’s outfit was shorter than she’d expected, ending high above her knees and baring most of her thighs, but she would have to manage.
Her eyes fell on the last door down the silent corridor. She had a feeling it was his room. Greta had told her the family was in the backyard having tea, so there was no chance of him being inside.
Still,
