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24 Dear Diary

my boost of confidence came with

and then I heard “someone is coming.” And then the

mid–60’s came bustling in. She was short, like 5’3” max, a bit stocky, grey hair with a tinge of red was pulled neatly in a tight bun behind her head, freckles littered her small face, and she had a big sweet smile. She reminded me of like Mrs. Patmore from Downton Abbey. She was wearing a long black dress and had a huge set of keys dangling from her hips. Along with

the head housekeeper. She then shooed the guards outside, telling them it wasn’t proper for them to watching me like I was chocolate pie. When they tried to tell her that they had orders from the boss, she sassed them and told them “if you want to eat for the next week, you better do what I say boys. Better yet, I’ll happily take my shoe and give you a good lesson on manners! I can make sure you don’t shit for the next month and don’t have a bed to sleep in for the

grandmother hug and told me to stop ruining my pretty face with ugly wet tracks. She told me to sit on the bed quickly and raise my leg. She quickly swiped the code on the dials and then

she would have food delivered and ready when I was done.

shower. There was so much steam, I could have sworn I was in a cloudbank. When I stepped out of the shower, there was a warm fluffy towel waiting for me next to the shower door and i saw some clothes on the counter. Luckily it was a light pink long sleeve shirt, black leggings, super plush fuzzy pink socks, and luckily comfortable white satin undergarments instead of the scratchy lacy thongs I had been forced to

wear.