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“Miranda, you should be studying,” her mother said.
Miranda sat in the parlor, looking at the crystal balls that were in there.
She didn’t want to deal with that sort of crap right now. She was more interested in doing her own thing.
“No, I don’t want to,” she simply said to her mother. Her mother paused, looking at her with a glare.
“Are you talking back to me?” she told her. She couldn’t believe that her daughter was doing this yet again.
“Maybe I am, Mom. What are you going to do about it? Bitch me out like last time?” she asked her mother. She was sick of this bitch trying to control everything that she did.
“Well, maybe if you studied or acted more properly, you would be able to find a fitting husband. I’m sick of you being a freeloading child here,” her mother replied.
She scoffed. Her mother didn’t seem to give a shit about her, other than marrying her off to some rich fucker. She wanted to do her own thing, and right now she was relaxing. Her mother needed to take a serious chill pill.
“What are you doing, Miranda? I thought you would go to your room by now?” her father said.
“Fuck you guys, I’m heading out,” she said to them. “But you have to study for school!” her mother said.
“Whatever. I’m beating this place. You guys are so lame,” she told her parents.
They grew angry with her, but Miranda flipped them off, hiking her skirt up past her ankles as she headed on out. She was 21 years old, and she was sick of them telling her what to do.
She went out to the bar to get a couple of drinks, being merry with the other men there. She didn’t feel like she needed to be tied down to her parents. She was an adult, and she was sick of them ruining her time. She couldn’t believe that they still bothered her about that sort of thing. The one thing that she was looking forward to was going back and sleeping after she had a few drinks.
She drank a bit too much, stumbling back to her parents’ manor. When she got there, her mother was glaring at her.
“What are you doing?” she said.
“Fuck off, Mom. I’m heading to bed,” she told her.
“No, you have chores to do. Remember, you are to collect any other eggs and such at the end of the day. Plus, I thought you would tidy up your room. Why haven’t you done that yet?” she asked her.
Miranda was growing sick of her mother’s antics. She wanted to just live
her own life, not one that was hampered by this crazy woman.
“Because, Mom, maybe I don’t want to do that shit. I’m an adult, and I’m not going to do it,” she demanded.
“But you’re supposed to do them in exchange for living here. You know that’s the agreement that we had. You’re an adult, and I can send you away at any time,” her mother admonished.
Miranda didn’t believe her. She knew that mother was a total pussy when it came to that sort of thing, and she doubted that her mother would even have the guts to send her off anywhere. Maybe to some military school, but even then they usually didn’t allow girls into there.
“I would like to see you try, Mother. But screw this noise, I’m going to bed,” she told her.
“You’re going to regret everything that you’ve been doing Miranda. I know that you’re an adult, but you’re going to learn your lesson the hard way, and I’m sure you’re not going to like it,” she told her daughter.
The only response her mother got from Miranda was Miranda flipping the bird to her. She was so tired of her mother holding her back. Her Dad would try to pull the same shit, but she would talk back to him and that should shut him up. She didn’t believe that her parents would even bother to do this sort of thing, rather she just assumed that they were doing this to intimidate her. It pissed her off, and she knew deep down that she wasn’t going to get punished by them.
But little did she know, that her mother was already making plans with
Duke Travis Willington. He was a Duke who lived nearby, a reclusive man who rarely got out, but he was looking for female companionship. He wanted a new maid to work for him, and she thought about sending her daughter to work for the man. That night, she went to her husband and sat at the table in the study, both of them pursed and worried.
“What do you suppose we do? She needs to learn some manners. Nobody is going to be interested in a woman who is like that,” he told her.
“Indeed. I think the Duke might be the best option. I’m sure that it was going to be a wake-up call for her, she needed it. I’m sick of her treating the family like dirt, and I think it might be for the best,” she told him.
“Then let’s do it. Let me make the arrangements with the Duke, and we can send her immediately,” he said.
They agreed on this, both of them tacitly doing all of this behind Miranda’s back. Three days later, Miranda got back to the house, only to find a couple of suitcases stuffed in the doorway. She got closer, and she realized it was her things.
“What the hell is this?” she said.
She stepped inside, but that’s when she noticed the third figure in the sitting room. It was a man, about twenty years her senior with dark brown hair and chocolate eyes. She blushed, immediately thinking about how cute he was. It was something that she didn’t mind, and to a degree, she kind of enjoyed the way he looked at her with a dark glance.
“What the hell is this?” she asked her parents.
“We’re sending you off to work for Duke Travis here. He’s looking for a housemaid, and we figured this would be perfect for you,” her mother said.
“But I don’t want to work as a stupid maid mother!” she cried out. “I know you don’t, but you know what I don’t want to hear more of?
You whining and being rude to us. We’re sick of it, and we warned you that we would take matters into our own hands if you didn’t knock it off. Now is the time, and you’re going to get it,” her mother said.
She was serious about this, and Miranda was already growing angry.
Travis looked at her with a dark stare.
“I take it you’re not excited to work with me,” he said grimly. “Bullshit, I’m sick of this crap,” she said.
“Well, you have no choice, Miranda. Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two about manners once you work for him,” her father said.
Miranda wanted to fight this, but soon they pushed her out the door and into the carriage where Travis was. He just smiled, and Miranda partially wanted to punch him in the face, partially wanted to get to know him better. It bothered her how attractive he was, but at the same time, she was also pissed off about the situation she was in. As the carriage took off, she realized what was going on, and she also knew that at this point, she didn’t have a damn choice.
She was stuck with this Duke, and for how long she didn’t know.
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