Clare spent most of that evening doing the Laundry. There was an awful lot of it, something she suspected Olivia had had a hand with. Most of her clothes were absent, instead replaced with one or two casual clothes and mostly replica uniforms, with some lighter weather variants. At least it looked like she had some time off. She returned much later once everything was done and collapsed onto her bed. She was now a maid to her own family, how could this have happened? She cried long and hard until she fell asleep.
The next morning she was awoke by a loud "Clare! Could you get that?!" by her father and the doorbell. She sat up and temporarily forgot the events of the evening prior until she noticed her uniform and it all flooded back. She headed down stairs tentatively, looking around for anyone she could see before heading to the door. No one was about so she opened it with some trepidation.
Matt stood there and smiled at her. "Good Morning Clare!" he smiled "Is Olivia in?" he asked. Clare didn't know what to make of it, she was happy to see him there but he didn't seem to care that she was dressed as a maid and he wanted to see Olivia, not her. She opened the door and returned to a sullen expression as she let him in, not saying a word. Olivia was destroying her life piece by piece and she knew it.
Matt walked past her and into the lounge where the family was gathered. Olivia rose from her position on the sofa and ran to Matt on his entry. She leapt into his arms and he reciprocated with a deep kiss, which made Clare sick to her stomach. He had been hers and hers alone until last night. "Clare? would you mind fetching us some tea please?" asked her mum who seemed not phased at all by the situation.
Clare couldn't believe it and simply turned to follow the order, not like she had a choice. A while later she returned and obediently dispensed the tea to all present before being dismissed to continue with other chores. Matt had is eyes locked on Olivia the whole time whilst she revelled in it, occasionally glancing to Clare and hamming it up in order to provoke some sort of outburst. Clare wasn't sure how much more of it she could take but she kept going like the maid Olivia had programmed her to be, hoping that the situation would work itself out.