The morning of the festival caught Iris in a pile of paperwork as the merchant came early that day with provisions she had ordered previously. It seemed as if the clock was barely ticking, the time passing by with the speed of a snail. She was counting the minutes before lunch but still wanted to get some work done. More than once did she encourage herself to concentrate, trying to convince herself that time would pass by more quickly.
But it didn't. It felt like an eternity until Mary finally came, already dressed for the festival in a long white dress decorated with red poppies. The maid looked lovely, even more so when she announced it was almost time to leave.
The meal was scarce as the maids encouraged their lady to leave room for the food at the festival. Both Daisy and Mary told her about their favourite dishes and Iris made a list in her mind determined to try them all.
Right after, they brought her a white cotton dress as well but with blue lilac instead of poppies.
