Elena
The wrought iron gates opened with an electric screech, revealing a cobblestone avenue that seemed to have no end. Elena tightened the strap of her bag, feeling her flat shoes clank timidly against the polished stone. Before her, the mansion looked not like a house, but like a modern museum: glass, steel, and a dead silence that contrasted with the nerves in her stomach. It was her first day as a maid. She took a deep breath, adjusted her uniform, and walked toward the front entrance, knowing that her life, as she knew it, had just changed forever.
About Elena
The wrought iron gates opened with an electric screech, revealing a cobblestone avenue that seemed to have no end. Elena tightened the strap of her bag, feeling her flat shoes clank timidly against the polished stone. Before her, the mansion looked not like a house, but like a modern museum: glass, steel, and a dead silence that contrasted with ...Read more