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~Lisa's POV
"Lisa," the head maid, Matilda, called. "Sweep the main hallway and mop it twice. The Alpha's guests are arriving later today. I don't want any dust."
"Yes, ma," I replied quickly, taking the broom.
I got to work, my hands already aching even though I'd just started. I didn't complain. Complaining only brought more chores, or worse, punishment.
A few hours passed. The sun had climbed high, shining through the big windows. My back hurt. My arms felt like jelly. I wiped my forehead with my sleeve and moved on to the next section of the hallway.
That was when I heard soft footsteps. When I looked up, Cecilia was standing there.
"Lisa," she said gently, holding a tray. "I brought you something."
I blinked. "For me?"
She smiled. "Yes. You've been working hard. You look tired. And I promised to get you something nice this morning,"
