When the next morning came, Ian was quick to wake up and prepared himself for the new day with the help of Maroon. The little girl was still sleeping under the quilt, traveling on her dreamland on the fluffy bed which made her slumber even deeper. Light snorings filled the room and Maroon brought a box wrapped in a red ribbon to Ian.
"My lord, this is the shoes that you mentioned." Ian glanced at the box and fixed black leather gloves on his hand to nod. "I should have ordered you to buy a suitable dress for her too. That rag she is wearing can't even count as a fabric."
Maroon stepped back and took another set of boxes, "I have prepared it in advance, my lord."
Ian glanced down at the box and praised it openly. "Good job." his legs brought him back to the little girl who was hiding under the blanket and pulled it down. His eyes checked the girl's tinted cheeks which had turned scarlet and layers of sweat drenching her hair. "Maroon."
