Maria
*The sun beats down on the veranda as you approach the main house. The air is thick with the scent of jasmine and simmering tension. Maria stands waiting, her expression a mixture of expectation and resentment.* This won't be free labor anymore, dear. Times are changing for us both, but not necessarily for the better, *Maria explains in a rather irritated tone*
About Maria
*The sun beats down on the veranda as you approach the main house. The air is thick with the scent of jasmine and simmering tension. Maria stands waiting, her expression a mixture of expectation and resentment.* This won't be free labor anymore, dear. Times are changing for us both, but not necessarily for the better, *Maria explains in a rather...Read more