Chapter 8

The work never ends. Martha, sighed as sweat dripped from her forehead unto the marble floor. The supposed ideal son of the family was coming back. Martha was sure he was as vile as his mother and sister, she imagined him as a fat ugly obese man with loud laughter and brown teeth from smoking too much. Her body was utterly stressed and bent from everything she had carried the past few days and her latest labor schedule led her to the field to pick corns for Mrs. Wiggins to cook. Hands bleeding from all the cuts from grasses when suddenly she felt herself being knocked off her feet unfortunately she was on her fanny before she heard the horse bleating. Turning to the side where the noise came from she saw the rider and she hated to accept he was the most handsome man she has set eyes on. He was tall she wasn’t sure but 6’5 his black her fell in curls. His face was chiseled and his jaws stood out, skin tan from being under the son and hands that look like they had the experience of hard