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— Ugh, tight! — Alexandra jerked forward, gripping the back of the chair to keep her balance. A deep sigh escaped her lips as the corset was pulled even tighter. — Not so hard! I can barely breathe!
— Breathing isn’t necessary, Alexandra, — Maria replied with light sarcasm, confidently pulling the corset laces tighter. — What matters is being noticed at the reception. If you faint, well, that’ll only make you more charming. Men love women who look... fragile.
Alexandra turned her head, attempting to shoot the maid a furious glare, but golden strands of hair fell across her face. She barely held back a scream. The problem wasn’t just the corset—it was who was pulling those damned laces.
— Damn it, Dad! — she hissed through clenched teeth, addressing Maria. — Could you stop acting like an ass?
Maria—or rather, Mike Grayson, a former Marine sergeant and now a maid in this ridiculous farce—froze. Her hands stilled on the laces, and she slowly straightened up, turning to face Alexandra.
— Listen, crybaby, — her voice was low, but it still carried the echoes of rough, masculine confidence, — I’ve told you a hundred times: don’t call me that! Do you think this is easy for me? I’m busting my ass here just to keep you, God forgive me, a lady, afloat.. If it weren’t for me, those dainty little snobs in their frilly dresses would’ve torn you apart by now!
Alexandra snorted, momentarily forgetting her own anger. Her gaze locked on Maria’s face, which, despite the unfamiliar appearance, still betrayed her father’s familiar features—the stubborn squint, the arrogant tilt of the chin. But now it all looked pathetic and ridiculous, paired with a dusty apron and flour-stained hands.
— Do you really not get it? — Alexandra raised her voice slightly, tossing her hair back from her face. — No one asked you to tighten this corset like you’re sending me to storm Berlin! You’re a maid. A maid! M-a-i-d! Not a squad commander, not my mentor, but a pathetic, useless servant!
A tense silence filled the room. Maria’s lips twitched as if she were about to say something, but instead, she just exhaled heavily and looked away. Her hands clumsily finished tying the laces before she muttered quietly:
— Done.
Alexandra turned to the mirror, examining her reflection. Majestic, elegant, she was the perfect replica of the woman everyone expected her to be. But inside, she was boiling. She didn’t want to show her father how miserable she was in this body. Being a woman, feeling this cursed chest that every corset squeezed like iron jaws, the rounded hips that made sitting uncomfortable, enduring all the stares full of expectation and judgment... This wasn’t what she wanted. She had always hated feminine stereotypes and standards, dismissing them as foolish. And now, she was their prisoner.
Just a month ago, in 2024, Alex Grayson, frail-looking but stubborn, had lived in his own complicated yet understandable world. Now, he was Alexandra Burton, trapped in the prison of someone else’s expectations. Every day was a challenge—and his father, the eternal irritant, didn’t make it any easier.