this post has been fully vetted by madam, as i’m only allowed to share limited details about her personal life—totally fair.

so, remember yesterday when i said that car ride from the hotel was the happiest moment of my life? well… things got a little complicated after that.

when we arrived at the new villa, i found out it’s small. it’s supposed to just be madam, her secretary, and me until we move into the new estate. and with only two bedrooms, space is already tight.

but here’s the twist—turns out the driver wasn’t just a driver. when we pulled up, he got out, opened madam’s door… and they kissed.

yeah. he’s her new mister. not officially moved in, but he stayed the night. in her bed. i found his clothes in her closet, even a couple drawers claimed in her dresser.

so where did duckie sleep? the front room couch. luckily, it’s big and honestly really comfy. and you know what? i don’t care. i’m here. i’m with madam. that’s all that matters.

i was up early—like stupid early—and started unpacking more of madam’s boxes. eventually realized there was nothing in the kitchen for breakfast, so i walked to this cute little outdoor market about a mile away. picked up some fresh ingredients and whipped up omelets, toast, coffee, and juice.

i served madam and her mister breakfast in bed. then shared a quiet, lovely breakfast in the kitchen with Secretary.

not what i expected. but i’m adjusting. i’m in service. and i’m exactly where i belong.