Chapter 128: Perfect Dream Portrait Studio
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Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game Chapter 128: Perfect Dream Portrait Studio

Grantham District near the center of Indahl was an area predominantly inhabited by the middle class.

The two-story townhouses here exuded an air of modest affluence. Though not as extravagant as the mansions in the wealthiest districts with their dozens of rooms, these houses typically boasted around ten rooms.

Sixteen-year-old maid Claire, for instance, had her own small room converted from a storage space under the stairs.

At the first light of dawn, Claire awoke, swiftly donned her maid's uniform, and scurried to the washbasin in the yard to freshen up. After making herself presentable, she grabbed a basket from the kitchen and headed to the room at the far end of the corridor, adjacent to the living room. She gently knocked and called in a hushed voice, "Madam Wylie, I'm ready."

After a few moments, Madam Wylie, the impeccably coiffed housekeeper, emerged from her room. She wore a dignified blue dress that fell to her calves and carried a delicate handbag.

Madam Wylie critically surveyed Claire, her gaze lingering on the slightly disheveled braids with a hint of displeasure, but she refrained from commenting.

"Let's go," she said curtly.

"Yes," Claire replied, carrying the basket and following Madam Wylie out of the house.

Their household's master would wake up in two hours, ready for breakfast and to start his day. Claire and Madam Wylie had to ensure the master's shirt and formal attire were ironed by 8:30 a.m. and had breakfast prepared for the family.

After the master of the house was seen off, Madam Wylie's duties included ironing the dresses and gowns for the lady of the house as well as arranging the matching jewelry. Claire was responsible for washing the dishes and tidying up the house. If the lady wished to host a tea party, they would also need to prepare fruits and pastries in advance.

At six in the morning, the nearby Marley Commercial Street was already bustling with activity. Claire followed Madam Wylie to the market, where vendors greeted them enthusiastically, "Good morning, Lady Wyli

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