Rich!ItalyxMaid!Reader Part 1

You stood outside of the open gates that led into a beautiful garden of a huge white mansion. Tall, skinny bushes lined the stone pathway that leads to the mansion up ahead on each side. Patches of red roses and different kinds of flowers scattered around on the freshly mowed lawn. Daisies, Irises, Tulips, Cornflowers, Marigolds, Lilies and Sunflowers brought a rainbow of colors to the whole garden to bring joy and happiness for the Springtime. You looked down at the card you were holding in your right hand. It read The Vargas Family and the address of the mansion in cursive hand writing. You wore a simple (f/c) dress that went down to your knees and black high heels to meet your new masters. Masters? Yes, you were a maid. You worked and cleaned for many families in the past but you were fired many times. It was mainly because of your clumsiness. Whenever you were carrying a stack of plates to put away in the cupboards, you would always fall and shatter all of them. Even when you were cleaning, you would always bump into a vase, causing it to fall and break into a million pieces. The reason why you were a maid was that your mom was a maid and you needed money. It seems like being a maid runs in the family, eh? You let out a hopeful sigh and walked on the pathway towards the house. You looked around while walking to see each patch of flowers blow in the wind towards you as if they were bowing down to you to welcome you home as king or queen.

You could imagine being a queen, coming home from a long and stressful trip from a foreign country to speak with their leader about trades and arrangements. As you enter into the town you rule in, citizens from all over the town would welcome you home by bowing down to worship you, giving you all the respect they could. You wanted that. You wanted to become someone who would get a lot of respect from others. That was your life-long dream but right now, you're stuck being a young and clumsy maid. A maid that no one would respect. Always cleaning and being scolded by their masters whenever they made a terrible mess. You think that the word "maid" was just another word for slave. Always being ordered to do something that they don't want to do but if they refuse, they'll get wiped on their backs or worse, tortured to death. You swallowed a lump in your throat at that thought. You might as well obey your masters than getting hurt from all the punishments you would receive.

Finally reaching the house, you walked up the porch steps and to the front door. The front door was a pair of wooden doors with golden curls weaving around on the fine, oak wood. Two golden door knobs rested close together on the two ends where the pair of doors close together. A silver doorbell was stuck onto the white wall on your right close to the doors. Carefully, you slowly leaned towards the doorbell and pressed your finger against the round button. You heard a sound from inside. It sounded like a normal "ding-dong" but was followed by a fast pacing of a piano.

"Oh! The new maid must be here!" You heard a voice from inside the mansion. In a few seconds, the two doors flew open and you met face to face with a cheerful looking woman that has short, black hair. She had sparkling blue eyes that looked like a beautiful blue sea, full of colorful fishes that were in different shapes and sizes. You could tell from her expression that she loves meeting new people. She was wearing a simple French maid outfit. The white cloth tiara sat on top of her head. The black dress with the curved apron attached covered her body perfectly.

"Hello! You must be the new maid, right?" The black haired woman asked with a huge smile. You looked closely into her blue orbs and could find no fear hidden. Her masters must be really nice and friendly to her. You nodded.

The maid smiled wider. "My name's Amanda! What's yours?"

"______." You replied with a friendly grin.

"Nice to meet you, _____!" Amanda exclaimed. "Come in! Let me show you around!" You nodded and stepped inside. Amanda closed the doors behind you as you stared around in awe. In front of you was a wide, marble staircase that leads upstairs and at the top of the staircase, it splits into two paths that leads to different places. Windows with black rim around and through them flooded the room with sunlight. Gorgeous paintings covered the walls to make the person who lives in the mansion feel at home. There were portraits of fine-looking people who probably lived in the mansion many years ago. There were paintings of fresh fields, wars and churches with a cross on top. They were all beautiful but one painting caught your eye. At the top of the shining staircase and between the two paths was a large portrait of a young man with auburn hair and a curl sticking out from the left side of his head. His golden brown eyes stared at what was in front of him and he had a bright smile planted on his smooth face. The background showed a bright blue sky with no clouds floating around and a magical-looking meadow with colorful butterflies fluttering around.

"W-Who's that?" You stuttered while pointing at the portrait.

Amanda followed your gaze. "Oh? That? That's Feliciano Vargas! He's a grandson of Roma Vargas and one of the masters!"

"A grandson?" You tilted your head in confusion.

"Yeah! He has a twin brother named Lovino Vargas!" Amanda replied.

"I see." You continued gazing at Feliciano's portrait. You couldn't help it. He just looks so cute and adorable....and hot. You slightly blushed at this thought.

"Follow me! I'll introduce you to your new masters!" Amanda dashed off somewhere with you following. You couldn't wait to meet this Feliciano Vargas.