Now and then, they crossed paths with nannies, gardeners, and chefs.

Their demeanor and professionalism could easily rival that of staff from a Michelin 3-star establishment.

Such elite household staff, Marilyn mused, must earn upwards of fifty thousand a month.

A soft sigh escaped Marilyn's lips. She knew she could never afford such luxury.

Then, in a picturesque patio shaded by grape vines, Marilyn spotted Michael, reclined on a rocking chair.