"GET OUT!"
After kicking an egotistical, rude (albeit gorgeous) jerk out of her store, Cassie thinks she's seen the last of him.
Too bad he's a prince.
And that she's his maid.
Upon seeing you sitting alone on a bench looking quite destitute, the benevolent Prince of Aregano, Prince Coleman the first, decided to extend his generosity and declared that you should be offered a paid position in the Aregano Castle as a maid. If you accept this position, please call at this number.
515-555-3324
I was in shock. First off, had I really looked that desperate as I sat on the bench? And secondly... I couldn't believe that I had randomly, as if an answer to my prayers, been offered a job. I had never worked as a maid, and didn't particularly enjoy cleaning...but I was not so spoiled as to turn this down.
If I were to work in the royal castle, I should be paid nicely, and maybe even be given a place to stay!
I dialed the number, each ring spreading ripples of anxiousness into me.
"Hello?" a voice answered on the other end. It was a smooth voice with that lovely accent all the people here seemed to have.
"H-hello. My name is Cassandra Carmichael. I just received a letter that I've been offered a job as a maid at the castle. Is this true?"
I would die if it was some cruel prank.
"Yes. Thank you for calling, Miss Carmichael. My name is Lucas Prescott, and I am the personal butler to Prince Coleman. I assume you are interested in accepting the job?"
"Yes, I am! When would I begin work?"
"You may come tomorrow morning at 7 AM sharp," Lucas-the-Butler informed me.
"Okay. Um, I'm wondering, will I live at the castle in the servants' quarters?"
"Yes. Will that be a problem?"
"No, not at all! That's actually really, really perfect," I sighed happily.
Lucas-the-butler continued to give me instructions on how to get to and inside the castle.
"I will see you tomorrow, Miss Carmichael," Lucas told me. He would greet me when I arrived.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Butler, I mean, uh, your royal, um...Sir?"
Why am I such an idiot?
A chuckle resonated from the other end of the phone. "Remember, 7 sharp. The Prince does not tolerate tardiness."
"I'll be there," I promised. "Oh, and please tell Prince Coleman just how grateful I am! I don't know what I would do without him!"
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