At Twinnies Palace, Xavier's residence, a place where dreams come true...or at least that's what all servants, except Anya, hoped for when they were chosen as one of the five servants.

Alongside her were Paris, Emily, Diana, and Rose. Now, let me tell you, out of all of them, only Paris was a ray of sunshine in Anya's life. They decided to bunk together in the same room, leaving the other three to slumber elsewhere.

Rumor had it that young master Xavier was throwing a party, inviting all his fancy friends. Naturally, this meant that the servants had to step up their game and assist the esteemed Chef Gio in preparing the feast. Oh, what a feast it would be! Two lucky souls would have the honor of serving Xavier's guests well into the morning. Can you believe it? Those rich kids really knew how to party!

"Now, for this job, you'll be paid three times your usual salary as overtime," Rimar, the head of the household, explained with a twinkle in her eye.

But poor Anya seemed disinterested, feigning busyness as she helped Chef Gio organize the food. Angel and Diana, on the other hand, were absolutely thrilled. They practically volunteered themselves before Rimar could even finish her sentence!

"Now, before I decide who will serve the guests, I'll have a word with the young master. So..." Rimar sighed, excusing herself from the kitchen and making her way up to the fourth floor to meet Xavier.

It didn't take long for Rimar to return, her footsteps echoing through the kitchen as she prepared to announce the chosen ones. Anya, not expecting much, kept herself occupied with a towering pile of plates that Chef Gio was desperately in need of.

"Young master Xavier has made his decision," Rimar declared, her eyes darting between the eager servants.

"Angel, you've been chosen," Rimar announced with a smile.

Angel, the spirited Chinese-American girl, couldn't contain her joy. Diana and Rose enveloped her in a tight hug while Paris gave a sly smirk, seeing through the facade of their friendship.

Anya knew better, though. Oh, she was well aware of the underhandedness that lingered beneath their pleasant faces. Behind Angel's back, Diana loved to gossip about her unique dialect, while Angel had no qualms about sharing the story of Diana's keloid-like surgical scars. They were experts at backstabbing and blasphemy, all while wearing their masks of friendship. But Paris, bless her soul, had seen through it all. She had warned Anya, wanting her to be on guard.

"Mrs. Rimar, who's the second girl?" Diana impetuously inquired, her confidence oozing as she expected to be chosen as the maid for the night of the party.

Rimar smiled, her gaze shifting towards Anya, who was still desperately trying to ignore the unfolding drama in the kitchen.

"Anya, young master Xavier has picked you," Rimar announced with a grin. Anya's hands trembled, nearly causing the plate she was washing to slip through her fingers.

"Why...why me?" Anya whispered to herself, her heart pounding in her chest.

She wasn't exactly thrilled about meeting the man who brought her to this place. The man who now had her embark on a thrilling adventure of cleaning eighteen bathrooms a day! Just imagine if she spent an hour washing, that means she could spend eighteen hours a day having a blast in a smelly toilet!

"Hey, Anya!" Rimar cheerfully called out, not getting an immediate response from her. With a dramatic flair, the girl spun around, transforming her gloomy expression into a smile that could rival a clown's!

"You better start getting ready now," she playfully remarked.

"Sure thing, Auntie."

Anya glanced downward, feeling a tad bit unsure about taking that next step. She's got this!

If she had the chance, she would totally love to trade places with Diana, who was super excited to be picked! She couldn't help but notice, out of the corner of her eye, that Diana was playfully muttering to herself while giving her a sinister look.

"Help me, Paris!"

Anya then gave Paris a hopeful look, and she responded with two enthusiastic thumbs up and a big congratulations! Actually, Paris was well aware that her friend wasn't too keen on this idea.

***

After delivering drinks to the group of girls, Anya's attention turned back to the boys' area, where she saw Angel still in the back, engaged in small talk with one of Xavier's friends.

Surprisingly, Xavier himself was nowhere to be seen amongst the bustling crowd. Anya's eyes wandered anxiously in search of the enigmatic party host until, by chance, her gaze collided with the piercing gaze of a man peering silently from behind an open window in the grand ballroom.

The moment their eyes met, a strange, unusual feeling came over Anya, though it took her a few seconds to realize that the man watching her was none other than Noah, the older young master.

His captivating blue eyes, reminiscent of the vastness of the ocean, gazed at her with a captivating gaze, and a warm smile spread across his lips. As Anya contemplated walking towards the door to meet him, Noah suddenly gestured for her to stay, his expression urgent. Reluctantly, she backed down, unsure of the reason behind his silent request.

Interrupting her reverie, Xavier's voice boomed through the air, drawing her attention to his sudden presence before her.

"When did he appear so quickly?" Anya wondered, her mind previously entangled by the magnetic attraction of Noah's oceanic eyes in the center of the dimly lit room.

Towering over her, Xavier's striking face exuded an aura of authority and allure that was impossible to ignore.

"You will serve me," Xavier said in a commanding tone. Anya, her brow furrowed in confusion, looked at him curiously and worriedly. His words confused her, struggling to understand their true meaning.

"Anya Smith, as my servant, you must remain by my side at all times," Xavier explained, his voice filled with authority. His words hung in the air, leaving Anya confused and unsure.

"But what about my duty to serve your friends?" Anya asked, a flicker of desperation creeping into her voice as she searched for a plausible excuse to distance herself from Xavier's demanding presence.

"Do not worry, for I will have Marimar arrange for additional servants to help serve my friends," Xavier assured her, his tone offering little comfort amidst the chaos of the big event.

With quick steps, Xavier strode purposefully toward his friends, pausing for a moment before casting a piercing gaze toward Anya. The intensity of his gaze startled Anya, evoking an unspoken command that demanded her immediate compliance.

However, she remained rooted to the spot, torn between her desire to follow the annoying young master and the mysterious allure of Noah's gaze that kept looming over her mind.

"Anya, why are you still standing there like a fool? Come on, you should accompany me wherever I go!" Xavier's voice echoed throughout the hall, reminding her that all eyes were now on her.

Yielding to the pressure, Anya reluctantly followed the obnoxious young master, her mind still focused on Noah's mysterious presence.

However, before she could fully process the unfolding events, an extremely beautiful girl appeared, stepping defiantly in front of Xavier. Anya was momentarily stunned by the girl's beauty, her flawless figure draped in a luxurious white gown that exuded an aura of luxury and elegance.

"Who is this girl, Xav?" the girl demanded, her tone laced with an obvious possessiveness. Anya could only marvel at her captivating presence, a stunning portrait of beauty and privilege.

"None of your business, Courtney, get out of my way, now!" snapped Xav.

But it seemed that the girl never gave up. After getting a less-than-friendly answer from Xav, the girl then sets her sights on Anya. She staggered over and quickly grabbed Anya's hair.

"You're that bitch, right? You're the bitch who took my Xavier! Don't you know he's my future fiancé?!" Courtney screeched loudly. Anya groaned. Had she known that the drunk girl would do something crazy to her? Maybe she would have avoided her.

"Courtney! Stop it! Are you out of your mind?!" Xavier immediately turned around and helped Anya.

But Courtney wouldn't let go of her hand from Anya's hair.

"Let go of me!" Anya shouted.

"Call Hans now!" Xav commands to Angel.

"Stop this madness, Courtney!" Xav dragged her ex away from Anya.

"Xav, why are you stopping me? I want to scratch that slutty girl's face?"

"Stop it, Courtney!"

"Are you blind, Xav? Am I not pretty enough? So you had an affair with her?" Courtney removed her hand from Anya's hair and started crying like a madman.