Cinderella And Her Bossy Master

Before dawn, Ivy pulled away the hand of the man who was pressing on her, picked up the clothes on the ground, put them on one by one, and gently went downstairs.

They did too passionately last night, so she overslept. She heard the rustle outside when she closed the door. It was the servants who got up to work.

Including her mother.

Ivy lay back in bed and turned on her mobile phone to read the text messages. The latest message was the information recorded by the bank - her performance fee this time.

After staring at the numbers above for a long time, Ivy finally accepted the fact that she was still far from the expected goal. She then silently turned off the screen of her mobile phone and closed her eyes.

Later, she got asleep again, and it was already nine o'clock when she woke up.

She immediately got up from bed and went to the maid's bathroom in the deepest corridor. After washing, she put on her coat and went out.

It was a fine day today. Mrs Smith was drinking a cup of tea in the garden. Sarah bent down and stood beside her. She echoed as soon as Mrs Smith needed someone to talk to.

Ivy glanced at them and then took back her eyes immediately. After she had just taken a few steps outside, the voice of the housekeeper, uncle Tom, came "Madam, Miss Brown is here."

Hearing this, Mrs Smith immediately put down the teacup in her hand excitedly, "Invite her in immediately."

Uncle Tom answered and quickly led her in.

From a distance, Ivy could see her highly customized little dress, exquisite face and makeup.

"Here you come! My dear Flora!"

Mrs Smith, with a warm smile on her face, stepped forward as she spoke. She took the woman's hand in hers, and said, "Just in time! I've just boiled a pot of tea. Do you wanna have some?"

"Thank you so much, aunt Smith."

Her voice was reserved and gentle, and the smile on Mrs Smith's face deepened a bit.

Ivy didn't look at them any longer. When they were talking, she picked up the instrument box and walked out with her head down.

"Is there a guest?"

When Ivy reached the gate, the man on the third floor also came down with a low voice.

"It's Miss Brown, master." Uncle Tom replied.

"I see."

The man's voice was calm. Ivy didn't look at them and didn't stop, and then she walked out.

　　……

Ivy arrived at the training class just in time.

The performance tasks of the orchestra were heavy. Generally, members were not allowed to take private jobs, but Ivy needed money, and one-on-one teaching didn't cost her much energy, so the head agreed.

"Ivy!"

The little girl waved to Ivy excitedly after she saw her.

She was a student of Ivy. She was eight years old this year. Em... Her family name was Brown as well, her name was Kate Brown.

Ivy sat down opposite her. "Let's start with the song I asked you to practice last week."

Four hours passed quickly.

"Well, you pulled this note wrong just now, and here, you entered too early..."

When Ivy was seriously helping her with counseling, Kate turned her eyes and suddenly stood up excitedly, "Aunt Flora!"

Ivy's voice suddenly stopped. When she looked up, her eyes met those of the man and woman at the door.

Small dress, black suit.

It was a perfect match.

Ivy stood up, put her hand on Kate's instrument, and dropped her head.

"Why the one picked me up today is you, aunt Flora?"

Kate hugged the waist of the woman in front of her.

Flora rubbed her hair. "I was shopping with someone nearby. I figured you'd be out of class by now, so I came to pick you up. You aren't happy?"

"I'm happy of course!" Kate said. And she wanted to say something else but her eyes looked at the man beside Flora, "Who is this?"

"Well, let me introduce my friend, Brian, maybe you should call him... uncle?"

"I see! I shouldn't call him uncle, I should call him uncle-in-law!"