.Maid to be a Princess.

A princess as a maid? That's just stupid.

There's nothing more Mikan Sakura can wish for.

Or, rather, must wish for.

She got everything girls her age would die for: looks, brains, money, boys… She's eighteen and is entering Harvard as a High School sophomore. She's always invited to the coolest parties at school, asked out by almost the whole male population of their school, always respected by everyone. Who wouldn't if your mother is the chief editor of a famous fashion magazine, your father is the owner of one of the biggest business in the world, and you're the prized model of Louis Vuitton? Your life's just cool.

But, as we all know the cliché, dear reader, nobody is perfect.

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It all happened excruciatingly slow.

Ms. Mikan Sakura's misfortune ran like a merciless snail. Slow.

It happened just like this.

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Mikan was so happy. Their school year just ended, with her being the top student of the entire school. Wow. Well, she is Mikan Sakura, after all.

One of her close friends invited her to a school year-ending party. Without a second thought, she agreed to the offer. And now here she is, stumbling hurriedly around her room desperately hunting down her Louis Vuitton stilettos. She's pretty excited about the party. Boys to flirt with… drinks… girl friends…oh what a totally freaking night out!

The party went fine. Fine. And now the drunk Mikan is at the plane headed to Japan, her hometown (BTW, she's in States.). She decided to spend her vacation there. Hah. Mikan. You surely are a naughty girl!

So now tipsy Ms. Louis Vuitton girl is tottering around the streets, desperate for a hotel. Luckily she found a mansion not so far away from malls. A light bulb suddenly appeared on top of her head. Not literally, dork.

I think I'll just spend my night here. I'm so damn tired.

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Mikan hurriedly rang the doorbell of the mansion and waited patiently. She is immediately greeted by a pink haired… judging by her outfit, she is a maid.

"Good evening, Miss…?" the pink haired maid asked hesitantly.

Mikan beamed dazzlingly at the girl. She is about to state her name with pride when she is cut off by a squeal from the front steps of the mansion.

"She's here!" a woman in her early thirties said excitedly.

Who's here?

"Youichi, she's here! Your nanny. Our maid, she came!"

Nanny?

Youichi? Cute name…

Maid?

The woman seemed to read ther frantic thoughts because she added, "The brunette girl, our maid came!"

Mikan looked like she's ready to run away, screaming her head off. Her mind instantly went blank.

Brunette… nanny… maid…

Wait.

Does she mean Mikan Sakura being a stupid house cleaner?

Mikan's mind suddenly popped with panicked thoughts.

She's making me a maid here?

Now way. No way she's going to make me clean a house and look after a Youichi-thing.

I have school, career, friends… family… I have my own life back in States!

She cant hire me as a freaking maid. That does not go perfectly with my name.

Mikan Sakura? MAID?

Send all Dalmatian to this woman. Erm… damnation, I mean.

AND I HAVE A DALMATIAN AT HOME! I can't leave Snowspot alone! (stupid name.)

How on earth—

Mrs. Squealing Woman suddenly interrupted her thoughts.

"Oh thank God. I thought you won't come. You promised January first--" the woman said while approaching them.

"January first's my birthday." Mikan said—shoot—and instantly regretted saying the stupid answer.

"Oh. The agency never said that. Belated happy birthday," she said with a smile.

Mikan stared at her like a fish out of water. Agency? Well excuse me!

"Uhm, thanks," Mikan replied curtly. "But… you see… I'm not from the agency—"

"Oh, stop joking. Haha!" she laughed casually. "Come, let's go inside for your interview."

Mikan felt like dying. Why is she being interviewed as a maid?

"Koko, will you please get these, uhm…" the woman's eyes widened after seeing Mikan's bags. All Louis Vuitton. "uhh, will you get her things and put it into…."

Mikan is not listening to the woman. Her mind is deciding between running away and staying here for the night and running away the next morning. Ok. Maybe the two is just one. Running away.

The guy called Koko offered his hands to take the luggage from Mikan. She just dropped it on his feet—making the guy scowl—and followed Mrs. Squealing-Not-Anymore Woman to the house.

"You're rich," the woman observed as Mikan stared around the living room. "Are you sure you want to be a maid?" she inquires. Well, of course not! I'm a model for heaven's sake! Mikan thought. "Oh, uhh… don't look at me like that, I'm only joking," the woman laughed nervously after seeing the look on Mikan's face. "That must have insulted you." The woman added.

PUH-LEASE. OF COURSE I'M INSULTED!

Mikan felt like shutting the blabbermouth's annoying mouth with an electric tape.

How can they hire a model?

What will happen to me?

Oh god.