Penny walked down the stairs, receiving blatant stares from every passing maid and servant as she made her way in search of Falcon, the butler. Damien's orders had been very specific, asking for whatever, this blood tea, is to be made by the butler. It was the first time she was hearing about something like this. Blood tea.
'How strange' thought Penny to herself.
As she searched for the butler, the maids only continued to stare at her as if it was the first time they were seeing her here. It took Penny some time to realize why she was receiving the odd looks from people as she passed in the mansion.
She wasn't wearing the usual potato sacked dress but a dress that was usually worn by the ladies of this mansion or women who were free and weren't servants or maids. With her hair done prettily, Penny undoubtedly looked as if she were part of another family. That she was never a girl of the low society.
