"I'm so boooored!" The groan left my mouth accompanied by a loud sigh. These past few days with nothing to do were pure hell, and it got to the point where I spent my time in the sun room drawing. Drawing! I didn't have an artistic bone in my body and somehow I was drawing!
At some point the head maid had to tell me to stop trying to help, because every time I started doing a chore, I ended up making the situation worse than it started to begin with. I was cursed with a helpful disposition and talentless hands. Never in my life did I feel so… useless. Nothing was happening. All I could do was count down the hours until Philipe would drive me to go get my gloves. Only then would I be able to get to work.
"Madame," Henri spoke to me from where he was standing in front of the fireplace, dusting. "If you wish for entertainment, perhaps I could be of service."
