The Sharp Tongue Mother

Chapter 3: The Sharp Tongue Mother. 

As I stood outside the grand estate, my heart pounded with a mix of apprehension and embarrassment. The thought of working as a maid filled me with a sense of unease, a feeling that I was somehow failing, that my dreams were slipping away. But I had no choice. The weight of debt and the need to support my mother pushed me forward.

I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and followed my mother through the ornate entrance. The opulence of the surroundings was overwhelming, a stark contrast to the modest apartment I had called home. I couldn't help but feel out of place, like a pawn in a game of wealth and privilege.

We were soon ushered into a lavish sitting room, adorned with expensive furnishings and tasteful artwork. The woman of the house, Madam Amelia, entered the room with an air of confidence and elegance. Her designer attire and perfectly coiffed hair exuded wealth and power. It was clear she was used to being in control.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Madam Amelia remarked, her voice dripping with condescension. "Another college graduate reduced to working as a maid. How unfortunate for you."

Her words hit me like a blow to the stomach. The embarrassment burned deep within me, but I refused to let it show. Swallowing my pride, I forced a polite smile and replied, "Yes, Madam. It may not have been my initial plan, but circumstances have led me here. I am ready to work hard and contribute in any way I can."

Madam Amelia let out a mocking laugh, her eyes narrowing with amusement. "Oh, how noble of you. Ready to scrub floors and dust furniture, are we? Well, my dear, don't think for a moment that your fancy college degree will make a difference here. You are just like any other maid, nothing more."

Her words stung, but I reminded myself that I had made a choice for the sake of my mother and myself. I couldn't let her belittling remarks undermine my determination.

"I understand, Madam," I replied, my voice steady. "I may be new to this role, but I am willing to learn and perform my duties diligently. I assure you, I will do my best to meet your expectations."

Madam Amelia's gaze lingered on me for a moment before she let out a dismissive sigh. "Very well. I suppose we shall see if you are as capable as you claim. Maria will show you to your quarters and brief you on your responsibilities. Don't make any mistakes, or there will be consequences."

I nodded, acknowledging her words. I knew I had to prove myself, to rise above the doubts and judgments. As Maria, another maid of the household, led me to my new living quarters, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of determination and humility.

In the privacy of my room, I unpacked my few belongings and stared at my reflection in the small mirror. The image that stared back at me was a reminder of the challenges ahead, the sacrifices I had made. But there was also a glimmer of resilience, a fire that refused to be extinguished.

I took a deep breath, summoning the strength within me. This was just a stepping stone, a temporary chapter in my life. I would work hard, prove my worth, and strive for something more. Swallowing my pride, I embraced the opportunity before me, ready to face the challenges that lay ahead. 

As twilight descended upon the grand estate, the atmosphere took on a different aura. The hallways were adorned with dimly lit chandeliers, casting a soft glow that danced along the marble floors. It was in this serene ambiance that my mother and I found ourselves preparing to serve dinner to the affluent family we now served.

Clad in our crisp uniforms, we moved with practiced grace, carefully setting the table with fine china and polished silverware. The tantalizing aroma of culinary delights wafted through the air, a testament to the culinary skills of the estate's renowned chef.

As the final touches were placed, Madam Amelia entered the dining room, her presence commanding attention. She scanned the room, ensuring everything was in order before her gaze fell upon me. With a nod, she beckoned me to approach.

"Sara !!!!, I have someone I want you to meet," she said, her voice laced with a hint of intrigue. "This is my son, Ethan. He has recently returned home, and I thought it would be fitting for you to know one of your masters."

I looked toward the figure standing beside Madam Amelia, and my breath caught in my throat. Ethan was the epitome of charm and grace. His warm smile and gentle demeanor made my heart flutter, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr, Ethan," I managed to say, my voice betraying a hint of nervousness.

Ethan's eyes sparkled with kindness as he extended his hand. "Likewise, Sara. My mom said your mother is Madam vera,She raised a pretty girl " Ethan said and his mother rolled her eyes.

I blushed at his words, feeling a mixture of excitement and trepidation. Little did he know the journey I had taken to reach this point, the challenges I had faced.

As dinner commenced, I found myself stealing glances at Ethan whenever I could. He engaged in conversation with my mother, displaying genuine interest in her stories and experiences. The contrast between his kindness and his mother's sharp tongue was stark, but it only served to highlight Ethan's endearing qualities.

Madam Amelia, satisfied with the progress of the evening, turned her attention to me. "Sara, you have served admirably tonight. I will dismiss you for now, but I shall call upon you when my other son arrives. Until then, enjoy the rest of the evening."

With a nod, I stepped back, my mind racing with a myriad of emotions. I couldn't help but wonder about the other son she mentioned, the one who was yet to return home. Would he possess the same gentle nature as Ethan, or would he be more akin to his mother?