The sweet maid and the millionaire

d the mansion's grand entrance with hurried steps, a knot in her stomach tightening with every step she took. Yesterday, after her unexpected encounter w

y, past the well-manicured plants, once again feeling the stark contrast between her world and that of those who lived in the mansion. Her mother had always spoken about the grandeur of thi

er mind was focused on finding her mother. The sound of hurried footsteps faded

at hallway was strange enough, but what surprised him even more was seeing her there again, alon

against the doorway of the kitchen. His tone was somewhat sharp, but he wasn't as annoyed as he had been the

as doing in this part of the mansion, so far from his father's offices, so detached from his world

e felt a growing unease. She knew she shouldn't be there, that her presence didn't

trying to blend into the shadows of the hallway. She was not one of his kind, that was clear, and yet, that only made him more

without the arrogance he had shown the day bef

cted him to be curious about her name. In that moment, a strange warmth ran through

gaze fixed on the ground, as if the humility of

an instant, the bubble of his world was about to burst, but he held back. Moments like this were rare in his lif

s brow slightly.- "Why don't you stay for a while? My mother isn't

cutely aware of the enormous difference between them: the wealth surrounding him, the poverty that marked her. She decided to ignore the invitation; she

ng back toward the corridor.- "My mother must

orming in his chest. There was something about her that intrigu

out him, something that made her hesitate, but she also felt an invisible force pulling her toward him. In the distance

ing inside him couldn't stop thinking about the young woman he had encountered twice in less than 24 hours. Their brief m

g their worlds were immense, and that, despi