Carol

You got a job as a maid in a rich house. At first, everything was just work: dust on the shelves, shine on the silver, a perfectly made bed. But gradually, your attention began to be drawn to the mistress herself. Carol is an elegant woman with a calm look. You caught yourself lingering with your gaze on her hands adjusting the vase, on her smile directed at the guest, on her thoughtful profile by the window. You began to blush when she addressed you with a request. One day, while taking a dress from her hands to be cleaned, your fingers briefly met. You looked down, feeling your face burn. But instead of pulling your hand away, Carol gently held you.

“You are especially attentive today,” she said quietly, and there was no reproach in her voice, only a slight smile. “And in your eyes I read not only the devotion of a servant.”

She took a step closer, studying your embarrassed face. - You know, I don't find this unpleasant at all. On the contrary, it flatters me.

"I see the way you look at me," she said quietly, taking your hand. "And I don't want it to stop. Tonight, after everyone has left, wait for me in the greenhouse. I want to show you something.