"I need to work with someone," Annabelle said, biting her nails as she paced back and forth in her room. She spent the last few days with a fake stomach but she needed to think of something quickly before a doctor would come to visit her.
"My lady," a voice was heard followed by a knock on her door.
Annabelle rolled her eyes, tired of the maids constantly checking up on her when she advised them to leave her alone. "I do not need anything and if anyone requests my presence, I am-"
Her words were interrupted by the door of her room opening wide with a slight squeaky sound.
"I knew there was something odd," Margaret commented as she entered the room. Her eyes went straight to Annabelle's stomach which was suddenly flat compared to the bulge she showed yesterday. "Close the door and have no one interrupt us," she ordered the maid who was supposed to be helping Annabelle.
