As Emilee sprinted towards the tea party tent outside she tripped, fell but a pair of strong arms grabbed her. Hello Ms.Em! Chef Juac caught her by the snack stations. "Oh, T-Thank Y-you Mr. Juac. Emilee was uncomfortable in a fifty year old mans arms.
When Juac let Em go she walked over to the Queen. Emilee grabbed a apron off of someone else put it one and came over looking like she was working hard. "Ah Lady Emilee, nice to know you could join us this evening!" Some of the other selected girls giggle behind the queen. One whispers "Oh my, shes so late. I'd fire her."
another replies "That's a strike on my list" and looks her up and down. "Well sorry I'm late, I was cleaning and helping the prince in his studies". Countess Caroline glares at Emilee she just smiles back.
Later in the evening Countess Caroline calls over Emilee. "Emilee, oh Emilee dahling"
Emilee thinks "Comming Daaahhhhlingg" Its darling not Dahhling. She walks over to her.
"Emilee, I think you should stay away from the prince, he's mine." "Back Off". Emilee stares her dead in the eye and says " Hey I may be a servant but the queen is higher up in the hierarchy, so know your place." Emilee said as she walked off.
8:37 PM
Emilee flopped down on her bed. "Ughh" She thought as she sat up. She took of her shoes and put them in the close there were two gentle knocks on the door,
*𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑘*
Emilee looks at the door. "who could that be" she thought to herself. she opens the door.
"Oh hello there."