Rose was still cleaning even after the sun went down and the sky grew dark. Opening the windows wide didn't provide enough light, and she had to squint her eyes as she cleaned, relying only on a few candles that couldn't even light the corner of the room.
Dinner for the maids had started a while ago, but she wanted to finish this room. She had already cleaned the shelves, and the tables, made the bed, and scrubbed the floors. All that remained was to bring in the new rugs and curtains. After this room, she could move to the next section.
Rose wiped some sweat from her forehead. She was exhausted. All she wanted to do was lay her head down and sleep. To think she would have to do all of this again tomorrow—Rose shook her head, trying not to think about it.
