Master Lus Young Mistress

Alice pov

"Alice, go and serve Mr. Carson tea in the garden. Make two cups. He has a visitor.

"Yes, Miss Grace," I sat up. I have been lying quietly in my quarters and resting when the head maid, Grace, came. I grumbled and got up from bed; I was about to get a nice sleep before Grace came. She could have sent anybody else; I thought, the other maids were not busy. It was clear she was purposely targeting me.

I went and prepared the tea while mumbling. When I was done, I brought the tea to the garden where Sir Carson was staying.

Carson was the only son of my boss, MacPherson. The MacPhersons were a very powerful family. They're wealthy and well-connected in the government and military. The MacPhersons were a huge family, and they had five girls with their nephews and cousins visiting now and then.

I heard from the other maids that serving in the MacPhersons' family wasn't easy. The children look down on us and don't talk to us with good manners.

Tomorrow will make it the first month I started working as a maid in the MacPherson family. I was very excited about the salary. The MacPherson family pays their workers very well, which was one of the reasons why I decided to work here.

When I reached the garden, I became nervous. This was the first time I would be interacting with Carson. Over the one month I was here, Carson had traveled and only returned today. From what I heard from the other maids, Carson was bad-tempered, arrogant, and hated clumsy people.

In the garden, a man was sitting calmly and talking with a woman who was sitting opposite him. The girl's eyes sparkled now and then, and she looked like he was flattering her. Alice's eyes settled on the man who was very handsome and well-built. The clothes he was wearing were probably branded judging by their qualities.

"Sir, here's your tea," I said. The girl looked at me in displeasure. She was blonde-haired and wore thick makeup. Her clothes were from a famous brand, but they weren't decent; she was half-naked with her cleavages showing.

The lady tried to shoo me off. "Pour the tea and go; you are interrupting us," she said angrily. She was a bit arrogant and felt angry that I interrupted them.

I ignored her and started pouring the tea; in the process, My fingers trembled as I balanced the precarious tea tray, and a small bit of the tea poured on the girl's clothes.

Pah!

She yelled "You clumsy oaf!" in a startlingly vulnerable tone. "Do you have any idea what you've done?" I tried to apologize, but my voice trailed off. Do you know how much I bought these clothes? You can't afford it even if you save up for ten years," she cursed. I touched my burning cheeks and winced in pain. I felt very bitter; it was just a very small amount that poured on her. It doesn't warrant this slap.

"Hey, why did you hit her like that?" Carson scolded.

"Can't you see what she did to me?"

"You could have just scolded her; we don't hit people here," he said angrily.

"I am sorry," she pretended to be unhappy, acting cute.

"And you," Carson said, facing me, "you have to be careful; you should stop being clumsy. Next time such a thing happens, you are going to hate me. Do you understand?"

I stammered an apology, but the words died in my throat.