Note: the following story do not represent nor the re-creation of the Shakespearean love story. It is to emphasized the unrealistic, undying love between two character, but most importantly is the fairy tale of the very story.

“Yah,” a rather soft honey like voice, had been calling, yelling and annoyed by me for the past half hour. It was now threatening to burn my bed, “wake up YooIn noona!” Should I or not? He does not usually talk to me this much, or even have the time to notice me. Even with his constant bitter words trying to provoke me, I was in bliss. You may say I am weird but it was the truth. I groaned, a sign I'm awake, he sighed in relief. It was too light, too pure in my room, or should I say my world, right here, it does not matter class or power, right here in my world, everyone's equal. “YooIn,” he whined again, “I'm hungry! Niel said the car is ready and school starts in half an hour!” he complained on and on. I sighed quietly, showing I do not care but he managed to pull me out of bed carried me, bridal style. Somehow, I managed not to blush. And splashed my face with freezing cold water from my bathroom sink.

“Yah!” I shouted, as soon as the he laughed.

“Good, you're awake,” he wiped his wet hands with my towel and threw it at me, “make me breakfast.” With that, he walked out confidently as his mother trained him to be, he even used the superiority tone. I groaned again before getting ready for school. As soon as I walk out, I smelled eggs and toasts, puzzled, I ran up to the vast marble kitchen. He was in his uniform with an apron on. He was humming to himself again, I stood and listen, actually closing my eyes. I love his humming, that's cause I never heard him sing. People said he has a wonderful soft voice. I never had a chance to listen. His witch of a mother kept me busy.

“Hey YooIn,” I shot open my eyes and saw him sulking. “I wanna eat,” he handed me the spatula and sat down, still in my pink flower print apron. Niel walked in, all set in his uniform and sat down as well. Niel has always been a quiet; he's mysterious one. He was just employed weeks ago and I never manage to hold a conversation with him. And he's always disappearing. “YooIn, come on eat, we're late.” He informed me, I blushed and ate quickly so I could clean the mess he made. I made a mental note not to let him use the kitchen ever again, “Niel, you could start the car now,” they were talking right near the door now as I wipe the dishes clean, their stable load voices turned into whispers and hushes as I drain the soapy water away. I could hear footsteps fading away. I turned to find him, glancing at his watch. I quickly reach out for his school bag but he stopped me. “How many times do I have to tell you?” His tone was annoyed but I still took his bag away and walked to the car. It is my job after all.

“Let us go, master,” he is Lee JinKi, preferably Onew, the prince of SM Enterprise and I am his personal maid.

Oh, by the way. My name is Park YooIn and I'm twenty third years old. I lost my parents when I was a baby, or so what that witch told me. I would rather believe that she bought me. The witch that I have been talking about is no other the 'young' - thanks to several plastic surgeries - 'fifty' - she won't tell me her real age - year old lady, Onew's mom, or like I have to call her: mistress. I know, I know I should be grateful to her, as she took me in when I was helpless and blah blah blah, I heard it all before. Trust me, she is not the real woman she let people believe, Deep inside, she's a devil that only cares for money. Not that I told master about this but some things are best kept secret.

Well this is my life and I'm gonna say I'm proud of it.