Maid For Him / l.h ✔️

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~Beyla's POV~

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, which was partially fogged up still from the shower I had just emerged from. My eyes peered back at me as I traced my fingertips over the stretch marks on my hips and across my stomach, a little frown on my face. The years of puberty and my growing body had left behind marks that I couldn't help but to feel ashamed of, wondering if they made me any less attractive. If a man loved me, would he love these, too?

As much as I tried not to, I let my mind wander to the words that Mr. Hemmings had said to Kira just yesterday, thinking that I was out of earshot. It was my own fault, though, really. After all, I was the one who had stopped out of sight just to hear what they were talking about. If I'd gone upstairs without stopping, I'd not have heard anything. Still, I couldn't help feeling insecure now. It wasn't that I wanted to be attractive to him, but that he had said something like that about me in the first place. It seemed unnecessary to put me down just to compliment Kira. Did he have to do that?

Why would I be attracted to that when I've got you right here?

The frown on my lips hardened more into a scowl, looking away from my stretch marks to instead grab the towel hung on the towel on the back of the door. I wrapped myself in the fluffy white towel and turned on the sink, brows furrowed together as I grew only more upset. Was it really necessary to refer to me as a that? What was I, some sort of unidentifiable creature? How mean!

I squeezed some toothpaste onto my toothbrush after I wet it under the running tap water from the sink, beginning to angrily brush my teeth as I looked my face in the mirror. My long brown hair was still wet from my shower and stuck to my tan shoulders a bit, the length of it normally reaching down to my seemingly overly wide hips. Arched brows sat above my dark brown eyes, eyes so dark they resembled the color of coffee beans, and my full lips were parted as I brushed my teeth. A little silver stud was lodged through the left nostril of my small nose, glinting under the lights. The shape of my jaw was sharp and defined, making my face look much more angular.

To be honest, I actually thought that my face was pretty. Of course I had insecurities, just like any other person on the planet, but I'd managed to reign them all in over the years and build myself up. Now, I was in a relatively good spot in terms of confidence. But I was sensitive, and I always had been, so it was easy for someone to hurt my feelings.

I spit the toothpaste into the sink and rinsed my mouth and toothbrush with water, placing the toothbrush in its holder. After I was done brushing my teeth, I shook off all previous negative thoughts I'd had and looked down at the outfit I'd picked out as it laid on the counter. Because I hadn't ever been given any type of uniform or dress policy on what to wear while working, I was under the assumption that there wasn't one, so I'd just picked out something that I thought was appropriate and professional. This was new to me, though, so I still struggled a bit on deciding whether it was okay to wear this. Was I expected to wear shoes? Was this too professional or too casual?

A heavy breath left my lips as I clasped my bra and pulled on a pair of panties, looking at the clothes on the sink with worry and hesitation. I didn't want to be ridiculed for wearing the wrong thing, but I also didn't want to seem like a worrywart by asking Mr. Hemmings.

Deciding that I just needed to get dressed and begin working like I was supposed to, I quickly pulled on the black skirt and the white shirt, tucking it into my skirt. The little black ribbon around the neckline made me frown slightly as I pulled on the cropped black jacket that went well with the skirt, covering up my arms. I stared at myself in the mirror, feeling my wet hair dampening my clothes, and couldn't help but to frown. Why did I look like a high school student in this? I cringed and turned away, leaving the bathroom before I could fall down the rabbit hole and convince myself to find something else to wear that didn't look a high school uniform on me.