Becoming a maid - Epilogue (Patreon)

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The sun had just risen and I was shining brightly through the glass window kitchen into Mary's tired, and at the same time, satisfied eyes. Slowly, even closing her eyes with pleasure, she bit another bite of toasted bread that she made a few minutes ago. And this was only the first bite, which she had not even washed down with delicious fresh milk. After all, could anything be better than this after a hard night shift when she was cleaning the floors of the mansion, changing beds and making a breakfast. Of course nothing.

She loved moments like this, moments in the silence and solitude, surrounded by an empty kitchen filled with the smell of bread, eggs and coffee. In her thoughts, she imagined that the last year of her life never existed, that she still lived in a manor like a proper gentleman... or Lady, because obviously she was a woman now. But today her thoughts were completely different, she felt the warmth of the morning sun and smiled, remembering the night visit and soft kisses from Peter on her lips, neck and ears.

"Maybe I should really go with him..." with the second bite of bread she thought, opening her eyes, which were reflecting in the window and showing the tired expression of the big blue eyes with thick eyelashes. "and it will all end... Tonight he again invited me to go with him from here..." her face slightly frowned and her smile faded a bit after this thought. Leaving with him meant that she would need to admit that her true personality no longer exists and it was impossible to return things back to normal. Her past life as William Harker would end forever, even in her last hopes for returning things back.

"Ohh..." closing her eyes, Mary pushed away sad thoughts and relaxed, her tired muscles feeling relief after long hours of hard work. Then after taking a long sip of the milk and swallowing last bits of her sandwich, she belched quietly, laughing tenderly after that. After spending last year constantly trying to remember to "act properly" and speak like "proper lady" she was now sometimes doing various unladylike behaviors, especially when she was alone, and imagined at these moments what reaction will appear on the face of some too cultured high society lady, seeing such a shameless action from one of the "the best maids in all of England" as Lady Penelope always told to her guests.

"He-he" she laughed, closing her mouth, which was filled with the soft laughter, forgetting about her worries and problems. Her thoughts back to Peter and this unexpected and so pleasant visit at night, so she smiled slyly and said quietly repeating the words she said to Peter tonight "May'be wil' go... Maybe, won't" and laughed softly, just like at night, when his lips were pressing hers after this playful answer.