Elena's POVIf there was one person that every time I looked at, it made living as a maid seem like a prize that I should be grateful for, it was Amelia. And it made me feel even worse knowing that she was going through an even rougher time now that she was back at the mansion. I remembered the first time that I met her. I had been sold by my stepfather shortly after my mother died at the age of fifteen and found myself as a maid in this huge mansion. When I entered, my eyes filled with tears, she was the first person that I had seen. The same age that I was even though I didn't know it yet, a gentle smile on her face that seemed like she had rehearsed it several times but it was more sincere than the pitying looks of all of the other maids that I had seen that day. And after that day, I had looked out for her especially when I realized that between the two of us, despite how she made it look like she could handle whatever the world threw at her, she was probably the most fragile
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