BLAIR’S POV.
I rang the doorbell twice as I nervously waited for Valerie to open the door. I knew Valerie was rich but this house was massive and I wonder if I was in the right address.
“Hi, you must be Blair,” greeted a middle aged woman as she opened the door to welcome me inside their home.
“Hey… y-yes, I’m Blair,” I stuttered nervously. “You look so stunning; you must be Valerie’s mom,” I added, trying to break the tension.
She chuckled softly. “You are so kind. I’m the chief maid,” she replied with a gentle smile.
“Oh,” I mouthed, feeling embarrassed by my assumption. Clearly, no one owns a house like this without having maids. It must be nice to have people to take care of everything for you. As I waited for Valerie, I scanned around the house, her home was well designed and beautiful, no……
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