Although the apartment was rarely bustling with guests, it boasted a few washer-dryer combos and a sophisticated vacuum-mop hybrid machine. Yet, Serena hadn't the slightest clue how to operate any of them.
Her worn clothes were simply tossed into the hamper, unwashed; the floors remained unswept and unmopped. Betty, upon entering the room, noticed strands of hair littering the floor, and the trash bin
brimming to the top. It was once a time when Serena's quarters were cleaned twice daily, kept spotless and orderly.
It was beyond belief that Mr. And Mrs. Collins hadn't arranged even a single maid to tidy up for Serena.
Now, with Serena under the weather, her laundry was piling up - she'd have nothing to wear by tomorrow!
"Ms. Serena, let me wash these clothes for you."
Some of Serena's garments were quite expensive, and hand-washing them could be gentler than the rough tumble of the machine.
