The morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting a soft golden hue over Rose's room. She stirred awake, her bright blue eyes fluttering open as they caught the light, making them appear even more vivid. Today marked a new chapter in her life, and she was determined to make a good impression.
She stretched before stepping out of bed, heading straight to her wardrobe. After a moment of consideration, she chose a white, long-sleeved blouse with delicate lace trim at the cuffs and collar. It was simple yet elegant, neither too formal nor too casual. She paired it with a fitted black pencil skirt that reached just below her knees, flattering her figure while maintaining a professional look. As for footwear, she opted for black ankle boots with a low heel—comfortable yet stylish.
Her long blonde hair, naturally wavy, was neatly styled into a low bun, with a few loose strands framing her face. She secured it with a pearl-studded pin, adding a touch of grace. Her accessories were minimal: a delicate silver necklace that rested just above her collarbone and a matching silver bracelet on her wrist.
Taking one last glance in the mirror, she noted how her blue eyes seemed to sparkle under the morning light. She applied a touch of mascara and lip balm, enough to enhance her natural beauty without overdoing it. Satisfied with her appearance, she grabbed her handbag and took a deep breath. This is it.
Stepping outside, she was greeted by the sight of her brother, Daniel, waiting for her. His arms were crossed, and a small, bittersweet smile played on his lips.
"You really got the job," he said, more as a statement than a question.
Rose nodded, her smile widening. "Yes, I did."
Daniel sighed before pulling her into a tight hug. "It's going to be weird not having you around during the weekdays."
"I'll be back every weekend," Rose reminded him, patting his back.
"I know," he said, pulling away. "Just… take care of yourself, okay? And don't let those rich people push you around."
Rose chuckled. "I'll be fine, Danny."
He ruffled her hair playfully, despite her protests about messing up her bun. With a final wave, Rose walked away, heading toward the Carter mansion.
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Arrival at the Carter Mansion
Upon reaching the grand estate, Rose was once again greeted by the butler, an older man with a composed and professional demeanor.
"Welcome, Miss Moreau. I am Mr. Whitaker, the head butler of the Carter household. I will be guiding you through the house today," he introduced himself formally.
Rose nodded politely. "Thank you, Mr. Whitaker."
"Follow me," he instructed, leading her inside.
The mansion was breathtaking in the daylight. The floors gleamed under the massive chandeliers, and the walls were adorned with elegant paintings and expensive décor. The sheer luxury of the place was overwhelming.
Mr. Whitaker led her through the house, beginning with her room. It was modest compared to the rest of the mansion but still luxurious in her eyes. A soft queen-sized bed, a wardrobe, a desk, and a private bathroom—it was more than she had expected.
Next, he showed her the vast hallways, the grand ballroom with its sparkling chandelier, the meticulously maintained garden, and the enormous library filled with countless books. Every part of the house exuded elegance.
"Now, for the most important part," Mr. Whitaker said as they returned to the main floor. "The family follows a strict set of household rules. You have already been given the handbook, but it is my duty to ensure you understand them."
Rose nodded, recalling the strict guidelines she had read the previous night—no phone usage during working hours, no access to the third floor, limited access to certain rooms, and other detailed restrictions.
"You are here to care for Miss Vivienne Carter, the daughter of the household," he continued. "She has her own set of rules, which her mother has approved. It is imperative that you follow them closely."
Rose swallowed and nodded. "Understood."
Mr. Whitaker seemed satisfied with her response. "Miss Vivienne and her mother are currently out shopping. You have a few hours to rest before your work officially begins."
Rose exhaled in relief. "Thank you, Mr. Whitaker."
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After settling into her room, Rose began to feel the pangs of hunger. Realizing she hadn't eaten since morning, she decided to find something to eat.
Surprisingly, the kitchen was empty. It was large, fitted with state-of-the-art appliances, and fully stocked with ingredients. She had expected to see chefs bustling around, but no one was there.
Curious but hungry, she opened the fridge and found a variety of ingredients. Deciding to make something simple, she started preparing a meal for herself. She had been cooking since she was young, so it didn't take long for her to dice vegetables, grill some chicken, and make a light yet flavorful pasta dish.
As she stirred the sauce, the aroma filled the kitchen, spreading beyond into the dining area. She was just plating her food when she heard the front doors open.
"Mother, I told you I don't need any more shoes," a voice—most likely Vivienne's—groaned dramatically.
"Nonsense, darling. A lady can never have too many," another voice, refined and graceful, responded.
Rose tensed as she realized they were back. She quickly finished plating her food, but it was too late. The scent had already reached the main rooms, and moments later, footsteps approached the kitchen.
She turned to see Flourish Carter, the woman of the house, standing at the entrance, her gaze fixed on the dish Rose had just prepared.
The older woman's sharp eyes flickered with curiosity before she spoke. "Did you make this?"
Rose hesitated before nodding. "Yes, ma'am. I—I was hungry, so I decided to cook something for myself."
Flourish Carter stepped further into the kitchen, her expression unreadable. Vivienne, a teenage girl with striking features, peeked in as well, obviously intrigued but trying to act indifferent.
"Hmm," Flourish hummed thoughtfully. She then looked at Rose with a neutral expression. "It smells quite good."
Rose wasn't sure if that was a compliment or not, so she simply nodded.
Without another word, Flourish turned on her heels. "Come, Vivienne. Let's get you settled. Your nanny has arrived."
Vivienne gave Rose a once-over before shrugging. "Whatever."
As they left, Rose released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Her first official day had barely begun, and she was already on edge.
One thing was certain—working for the Carter family was going to be an interesting experience.