Pretty Maid

"Oh my God, Richie must be furious at me." Sharlynn, with an irregular heartbeat, now looked confused. She ruffled her brunette hair, which was wavy and complete to the point of being disheveled.

Sharlynn inhaled as much oxygen as she could, then exhaled slowly as she patted her chest. Perhaps she was trying to ease the tightness in her chest.

"I can't be like this every day. It's time I learned to keep my house in order," Sharlynn muttered confidently.

The beautiful and spoiled woman began to walk her long legs back to the kitchen. She had a sad look on her face as she swept the messy kitchen floor. But Sharlynn's determination could never be broken. Without hesitation, Sharlynn walked over to the scattered items. She bent and sat down, carefully avoiding the broken glasses and plates. Saving items made of stainless steel and aluminum had no discernible effect.

Sharlynn carefully began to clean up the broken glasses and plates. She collected them and placed them in a plastic garbage