Anita drove into her home to find her ten elegant, beautiful, polished, neatly dressed girls in black and white uniforms, like hostesses, forming two lines outside her driveway, standing like silent sentinels. Their posture was impeccable, faces calm, gorgeous, and professional.
The moment she stepped out of the car, a cool breeze rustled the perfectly manicured hedges, and the faint scent of jasmine filled the air. She went to the back of the car and opened trunk to take out the groceries.
A man quickly stepped out from a black van all smiles. "Good evening, Mrs. Blackwood. I'm Manager Harris, overseeing the household staff. We've been waiting for you."
"Hm," Anita responded and brought out the bags before locking the truck.
Without being asked, a brown-skinned girl with a body that could cause nosebleeds stepped out of the line. She smiled warmly, her white teeth sparkling, framed by a cute dimple on her right cheek.
