Chapitre 29: Chapter 29
Francesca spent the rest of the day cleaning up with Mila. Mila was guiding her and explaining exactly how she should do everything. She was training her, and Francesca listened to her carefully, following her instructions.
Each cloth had its use in cleaning, which should not be changed.
She had to learn which cloth to use for each purpose when to change the water in the bucket, although it never got dirty. How exactly to mop the stone floor. Everything had its way and had to be followed to perfection without any deviation.
The first time Mila stood in front of Francesca to be introduced to them by Miss Emma, Francesca was forced to hold back not to laugh. Mila's little brown eyes, which were very close to her slender and pointed nose, looked very funny to her, and she shivered with horror as she saw Mila's dull brown hair, which in her eyes looked like straws pressed into the mud. Francesca considered Mila ugly and was contented about it.
And even if Mila was beautiful, Francesca knew that she wouldn't have to be afraid of anything from her, because Stefan, from the moment he drank the magic potion, was hers and only hers!
Out of female vanity, she only wanted to be the most beautiful of all the girls who would be in a place where she was.
They spent their day cleaning, and they had said little apart from Mila's instructions about cleaning. Francesca mainly talked about asking her various questions, and Mila sometimes answered in a few words and sometimes avoided answering by covering Francesca's question with some information regarding cleanliness.
Francesca thought she didn't seem to be a girl who had something to hide, but she didn't want to talk about her life to a girl she saw for the first time.
On the other hand, Francesca didn't ask out of curiosity but also not out of interest. She tried to break the ice between them and be kind of friendly with her.
Francesca studied Mila and saw that she was a girl of low profile, quiet. In Mila's eyes, Francesca detected kindness and innocence. She thought that if she could gain her trust and maybe make her a friend of hers, she could take advantage of it in the future.
At noon, Dr. Mason had returned home for lunch.
It made a terrible impression on Francesca when she saw Miss Emma sitting at the table with him to eat their lunch together. And she was not pleased about serving her too. But she did it without saying a word. Then, together with Mila, they also went to eat from the food the cook had prepared for the servants.
Soup with boiled vegetables and some small pieces of meat. They were all ingredients sorted out as waste and weren't cooked for the doctor to consume.
The servants ate from this soup with the discarded ingredients, while Miss Emma ate from the delicious food that the cook prepared for the doctor.
Although the soup was tasty, Francesca went berserk from the injustice she suffered.
Francesca was also sure that the cook stole for herself from the delicious food she made for the doctor. Otherwise, she wouldn't have the extra pounds she was carrying, and it was impossible to hide.
When the doctor finished his meal, he retired to his room to rest until he had to leave for his afternoon appointments.
Francesca and Mila set the table and then continued cleaning until the end of the day. They were both so busy that they didn't realize when the doctor left the tower until Miss Emma ordered them to go and tidy up his room, even though they had done so in the morning.
After their first day of work at the tower was over, Stefan and Francesca met at their house. Stefan rushed and threw her in his arms.
"How was your day my love?" he asked her.
"Tiring. Yours?"
"Mine too. How did the tower look to you? "
"Beautiful if it is to admire it but huge if it is to clean it." She replied, and Stefan laughed softly, kissing her on the cheek.
"If you want we can leave," he offered. "I want you to be happy."
"No, Stefan. Let's try our luck here for a while. Out there, our future is uncertain. Don't you remember how difficult it was for us to find this job? How many houses did we ask for a job before we ended up here? After all, aren't we going to stay for a long time here, right? '
"That's right," Stefan nodded his head in agreement. "Let's stay then," he told her and leaned to kiss her on her juicy lips.
Francesca hooked on him in return for his kiss, and Stefan led her to the bed. There they would be comfortable to enjoy their love.
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Nearly two weeks had passed since their first day at the tower, and Stefan was excited about his new job, unlike Francesca, who didn't look so excited.
Basically, she was not excited about all this work she had to do every day. However, she was thrilled with the tower and the luxury it provided to its owner.
She admired the wonderful, costly furniture one by one, and once when she made sure that no one was around, she dared to sit in one of the armchairs.
Her breath was taken away by the softness of the fabric and how comfortable it was. At that moment, she wished she could stay in that chair for the whole day.
She carefully cleaned the precious paintings and all the bibelots in the living rooms. In an exact way, Mila had explained to her.
She was mopping and rubbing the floors bent over a bucket of water.
Miss Emma instructed her to clean the lower floor in the first week.
It was the second week, and it was her turn to clean the up floor.
The work wasn't challenging, but it was tiring.
The rooms were many, and she had to makeshift alone. The bed's covers had to be ventilated and next to make the beds to perfection without any wrinkles.
It seemed absurd to Francesca that she should clean all the chambers and make all the beds while no one was using them. They could lock those rooms and only clean the doctor's room.
When the day was over, she returned to her house exhausted. All she wanted was to undress and lie down on the bed to sleep. But when Stefan lay down next to her, hugging, kissing, and caressing her all over her body, then she forgot how tired she was and surrendered to his kisses and love.
They were in the prime of their youth, they were married, in love, hot-blooded, and the desire for each other was endless. Nothing prevented them from making love and becoming one, Not even the fatigue of work.
One day that the doctor and Miss Emma had finished their lunch, they retired to their rooms to rest.
Miss Emma wasn't in the habit of lying down at noon, but that day her arthritis hurt, and she felt the need to lie down for a while.
The two girls set the table, and Francesca noticed some pieces of grilled meat left on the platter. She took one and put it in her mouth.
Mila saw her and opened her mouth wide from Francesca's breach of faith. Then Francesca took another piece of meat and put it in Mila's mouth. The girl froze for a moment in surprise but then widened her eyes at the taste of the food and chewed it quickly, swallowing it.
Francesca smiled playfully at her and blinked at her.
"The doctor is not going to ask for them anyway. The cook prepares another meal for the evening. Isn't it a pity to throw away such nice food?" She asked her in a supposedly innocent look.
"Yes," Mila agreed, "it's a pity. Such a delicious food."
They ate a few more pieces leaving a few pieces on the platter so as not to arouse suspicion.
They picked up the dirty dishes, glasses, wine jug, and food platter and put them on a large tray. They wiped the table with a damp cloth and went to the kitchen to leave the tray.
The cook looked at the platter with the leftover food.
"It looks like the doctor and Miss Emma was very hungry today," she commented.
"Probably," Francesca replied indifferently.
"You can leave now. Go back to work," the cook said to them.
The girls came out of the kitchen. Mila moved on while Francesca deliberately delayed. She stood for a while and then peeked into the kitchen.
The cook was devouring the food left on the plate.
Francesca smiled wickedly. She was right about her, after all.
Cadeaux
-- Cadeau
reçu État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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