Chapter 62: VOL2 Chapter 7: You are the best, Seraphina
Near dawn, long before the sun cast its first rays of light, Seraphina lay peacefully reclined on a beautiful bed of elegant and refined appearance. Her figure glowed under the dim light that filtered through the heavy embroidered velvet curtains, seeming as if she had been plucked from a Renaissance painting; her skin was so white that it strongly contrasted with the ebony of her long hair, which cascaded over the pillow and spilled onto the mattress like rivers of liquid ink.
Despite being asleep, her face emanated a captivating serenity and grace, with her softly pink-toned lips slightly parted, allowing a glimpse of the tip of her tongue. Her black, curled eyelashes shaded her eyelids, and her rhythmic breathing raised and lowered her voluptuous chest in an almost hypnotic way.
The idyllic scene was interrupted when the beautiful woman began to gently open her eyes. Not long after, Seraphina rose from the bed and stretched a bit, then got up and walked calmly to the windows of the elegant and spacious room. She opened the curtains only to be met with the view of the beautiful garden covered by the night's mist.
With a tranquil smile, Seraphina took a couple of breaths of fresh air, then walked lightly toward a beautifully decorated, spacious bathroom, where she showered. She ended up dressing in a beautiful outfit that seemed heavily inspired by a Victorian maid's attire.
The base of the outfit was a deep black dress that reached the knees, with puffed sleeves ending in tight cuffs. However, instead of the typical white apron of Victorian maids, she wore a midnight blue silk apron, sprinkled with small crystals that shone like stars on a cloudless night.
The neckline of the dress was adorned with intricate lace resembling magical runes, and a crescent moon-shaped brooch held a scarf of the same blue as the apron. Instead of the typical flat shoes, she wore black velvet ankle boots with a moderate heel, which gave her a more sophisticated air.
After checking her appearance one last time in a full-length mirror in a corner of the room, ensuring that her image was nothing less than perfect and worthy of a perfect maid like herself. Seraphina left her room with a secure and confident step toward the kitchen, with a big smile on her face.
A few hours later, Seraphina emerged from the kitchen, surrounded by what appeared to be several tentacles made of pure darkness, which held at their tips various dishes with delicious delicacies of all kinds. Such as freshly baked bread that seemed to glow slightly, orange juice that gave off a captivating aroma, omelets made from all sorts of eggs, delicious desserts with shapes and colors that made them look like works of art. And, most importantly, cookies and a large cup of black coffee.
On her way to the main table, Seraphina greeted several attendants of the mansion with a slight nod of her head, to which they responded with a deep bow, expressing the great respect her presence demanded, immediately hurrying away without looking back, almost as if they feared being even near the main dining room.