A new day has come.
A day they all had waited.
But who would have thought Anasthasia would mess up early on it.
'Shoot! Shoot! I can't be late this time!'
Her loud steps worked like a fast drumbeat from her swiftness. With the table right in front of her, she reached out, then grabbed several pieces of bread.
"I'm late! I'm late! I'm late!" Anasthasia shrieked in horror.
She was all over the place, and Lucy, who finished cleaning up in the dining area, was surprised how she was all over the place.
The feather fascinator, supposedly accented on her left side of her head, almost fell from her disheveled hair. Her oversized blue silk was slightly asymmetrical, and her scroll-patterned leather dress was also the same thing.
"Why didn't— you wake me up?"
Lucy scoffed, "I did! You said you wanted a few minutes more—for the last time you said! Don't come back."
