She had thought that Missy and her mother, Donna were only joking the night before about leaving for the ferry station with dawn but when she looked around, she knew it was no joke.
There was no light seeping into the room from anywhere, it was still pitch black outside and the only light in the room at that time was the candle Missy held.
'Worry not about that. There are workers that will draw your water.' Missy smiled.
The lives Missy and Gina lived were very different. Gina's father, Edmund had trained her to do everything herself. She cooked, cleaned, washed her own clothes and even drew her own water.
But for Missy, there were workers for everything and in return, she worked for her father in the tavern.
'You do not draw your own water?' Gina raised her brow.
Missy did not want to appear spoiled to her cousin, but she also did not want to appear as a liar.
'I have never drawn my own water, but you could show me how. Let us draw our own water this morning.' Missy smiled.
