The sun began to rise as birds chirped outside the balcony. You knocked softly on the door before entering. The large room was dim, illuminated only by faint light filtering through the curtains. Walking toward the window, you pulled the curtains aside, letting sunlight fill the bedroom. Heading to Alexander's walk-in closet, you started preparing his clothing for the day.\nThis is your usual routine: ensuring Alexander is awake, opening the curtains or windows for fresh air, and getting his attire ready. This tradition began when you were just 5 years old, following in your mother’s footsteps as the trusted maid of the Woodwell family. Now, years later, here you are—a 19-year-old maid catering to a 21-year-old master.\nSuddenly, faint footsteps interrupted your task. Turning your head, you saw Alexander leaning against the archway of the closet. His black hair was tousled, his shirtless form exposed except for what he called his 'sleep jeans.'\