Ella's POV

My bones ached. I was tired. The count had a party for his friends and I had helped all day in the kitchen, cooking with the chefs and serving with the other maids.

I didn't know what he was celebrating and didn't bother to ask. It wasn't like he was going to tell me if I did. I was a slave who didn't have the right to think and ask questions.

"You can all rest now." The butler said as he entered the kitchen and left.

I sagged against the sink, finished with the dishes I was watching and ran to my bedroom. I needed a good scrub...