Third Person POV
Mae stood stiffly in front of the mirror, her fingers trembling slightly as she smoothed down the fabric of the maid’s uniform. The material was rougher than she was used to, the simple black dress fitting snugly against her frame, the apron tied tightly around her waist. The high collar felt restrictive, unfamiliar, as if it sought to remind her that she no longer belonged to the world of comfort she once knew.
Her long, flowing hair, once her pride, was now pulled into a tight bun. She had struggled to get it right, her fingers fumbling over the ties, the pins stubbornly resisting her attempts. A few strands had escaped, hanging loosely by her temples, but there had been no time to fix them.
She swallowed hard, staring at her reflection. The girl in the mirror looked
