Jezabelle followed obediently, nodding to show she understood, listening close to all directions given to her. It was quite a lot, but she would get used to it soon enough; at least cleaning was a lot simpler than most other chores she had done before. Though, the mansion was like a maze to her, with all its rooms and hallways and doors. She wondered how she would ever remember where each room was, and which is which. When they returned to the kitchen, she gladly joined in polishing the silverware. Another simple task, but a very important one as she knew. The wealthy masters never like anything that is not perfect or spotless. Another thought of past thought returned. 'Why did he choose me, of everyone else?' With her heart and mind so used to abuse, the poor girl still expected there to be a catch to this seemingly simple life. But what could it be?