Sifting through the streets, the two girls bought a surplus of materials, buttons, a sewing machine, and zippers. It was almost too much for the both of them to carry and although the maid asked Bai Chen to let her hold it all it was clearly impossible for the poor girl. Bai Chen was drooling at the sight of the street food stalls however in the end had no arms to carry them.
After shopping, the two found themselves on a hill and watched the sunset. Bai Chen sat on the grass and tucked her skirt underneath herself as cushioning. A mountainous pile of material in bags, and a large box with a sewing machine inside sat beside her.
She looked at her maid who was still standing and patted the grass beside her, urging the girl to sit beside her.
As the girl sat down, the grass underneath her crunched softly.
Bai Chen watched the sunset in tranquility while her maid looked at her. The girl was confused. For all of her time in the estate she thought she understood the young miss. A two dimensional character who was unproblematic. The change since she left for middle school was massive. The maid had ignored her young miss' new bizarre actions but this was truly confusing.
Why would a master put so much care into her servants? Even her parents never put that much consideration into their relationship with her so why would Bai Chen?
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Unwillingly climbing into the carriage, Bai Chen heaved her sewing machine into the storage under the seats. She never wished to get in a carriage again but the memories of sleeping in a box outside were deeply ingrained in her. Especially the difference between that box and her new soft bed. Her maid followed behind her inside. As the carriage started rolling, Bai Chen tried her best to get thoughts of this damned ride out of her head, instead putting her thoughts to her maid and the clothes she was planning on designing.
"Do you want any clothes made for yourself?" Bai Chen asked. She doubted a meager maid's salary was enough to buy any decent clothing and since this world didn't even have any descent clothing her maid would be out of luck even if she wanted to buy any.
The girl made eye contact with Bai Chen and softly said, "No, thank you." There was no way she, a mid, could make her mistress work for her.
Bai Chen couldn't hepl but say aloud, "But why would you not want to wear fashionable clothes?"
The girl was confused on how to reply, in the end saying nothing.
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As expected, for Bai Chen the carriage ride was a very distressing experience. Lugging her body out of the carriage with the assistance of her maid, Bai Chen noticed the butler standing in front of her.
"Hello Young Miss, You have received a letter."
A letter?
Bai Chen regained some of her energy and grabbed the letter out of his hand. Walking with her maid in tow they reached her bedroom and Bai Chen made herself comfortable on the bed, tapping the bed beside her.
The maid was confused. Why is she patting her bed? It's not an animal or anything so why? \
Bai Chen was confused as well, 'Why isn't she sitting down? Is she allergic to bedsheets?" She was a bit off in her answer... and got a bit distracted. "Actually I wonder what these sheets are made of? They don't feel like cotton, maybe silk?' But nevertheless got back to the point.
She voiced her question. "Do you want to sit down or what?"
Where she grew up it was normal for girls to sit on each other's beds and just talk. She felt like it would be the same in this world, and she definitely had the opportunity to with the size of this bed, but who would guess? Maybe the customs were different.
The girl was at a loss, who was this lady? Where did her miss go?
"Apologies Miss, I can't." The girl rejected the offer.
Bai Chen looked at the girl, looked at the bed, and back at the girl with puppy eyes.
It didn't work.
"Pretty Please~"
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"Hah... Alright."
Bai Chen smiled and waited for the girl to sit. Although she sat in a rather proper, highly uncomfortable position, Bai Chen didn't want to nitpick too much and continued to rip the seal of the letter in a messy uneven tear.