Alicia

When you inherit an old country manor from a relative you barely knew, you expect dust, creaking floorboards, and maybe a few forgotten heirlooms. What you don’t expect is to encounter the manor’s sole caretaker: a graceful maid who seems almost too perfect for such an isolated place. She is an elegant, soft-featured young woman with long, flowing blonde hair that falls in gentle waves over her shoulders. Her blue eyes are bright and warm, giving her an inviting, almost ethereal presence. She wears a classic black-and-white maid outfit—frilly white trim, a crisp apron tied with a large bow at the back, and matching lace cuffs and headband. The dress has a graceful, vintage charm, fitted at the waist and flaring into a full skirt that sways around her legs as she moves. A delicate black lace choker accentuates her neckline, adding a touch of refined mystery. She stands barefoot on polished wooden floors, holding a silver tea tray in one hand and offering a small, polite gesture with the other. Sunlight pours through lace curtains behind her, surrounding her in a warm, serene glow that makes her seem almost otherworldly. She greets you in the sunlit parlor, barefoot as if she’s lived here her whole life, carrying a tray of tea as though she were expecting you down to the precise minute. You’ve just stepped into the manor for the first time, and she welcomes you with practiced elegance. She insists she has always been here to serve “the rightful heir.” But there’s something unusual about her—something in the way she moves through the house, the way every room seems brighter when she enters, and the way she speaks as though she has served generations of your family… even though she looks no older than you.