章 92: When Your Crush Is Your Husband

"Alright, wake up early. Done," Aisha said in a singsong voice as she pointed her finger beside the scroll as if it was a pen, and she was marking it with an x. 

That's all she knew about her would-be daily routines. The rest? Only God knows how she would accomplish them.

Rosalia and the rest of the female servants were already there and helped her get dressed. "Wait, what is this?" 

She recalled that she used to wear a skirt or a long gown, usually made of silk and rich in velvet, covered by a luxurious tunic that is embroidered by lace and gems. 

Now she was wearing a simple gown with a linen apron over an above-the-ankle skirt and a box-pleated blouse.

One of the servants was stuffing the apron's ample pocket with gardening tools until it was brimming to the top.