Part 71

 As a personal maid.

"Get dressed." Grace wheezed out pointing at a battered, wooden wardrobe in between two neatly made beds, i walked toward it and opened it without looking at them and I wasn't wholly surprised seeing an old-fashioned maid's uniform, black with white apron and white lace, which was hanging on a old coat hanger.

A white, cotton dress hung behind it. After searching through the largely empty draws, I eventually found some underwear. I pulled them out of the drawer and turned to face Bosy and Grace. 

"Grace, we're out of uniforms, we have to let the chief maid know about it." Bosy muttered into Grace's ear. 

"Isn't she dressed yet?." The door opened and the woman who had walked in earlier stood at the entrance. She looked at me for a while, "I'll wait for you outside." She simply stated and closed back the door. 

Grace and Bosy walked out of the room, leavi