"Mistress!"
"Who is it?" I respond groggily.
"It is Olivia, the maid." She responds from the other side of the door.
"Come in."
I had been resting after my afternoon chores when Olivia came in. I has initially intended to only lie down just a while but it would seem that I had been so weary I dove off without a care in the world.
"I am here to dress you for the upcoming marriage interview, mistress."
"Oh yes," I sigh "I do happen to recall there being such an event but it had completely slipped my mind." I remark sarcastically.
There's no actual way I would be ecstatic to meet some pretty-faced idler on any day for as long as I live!"
She gets straight to work.
I can't tell if that is just as annoyed or just jolly to see me leave?
She gets out all the ironed sheets and so on and gets me ready in due time. Another reason why I despise any and all outings is because they always come pre-planned with a ton of maids dressing me up for hours from head to toe, as if I was some doll. Mother proceeds to walk in and accompanies me downstairs. She complements my dress and we head outside to where my father already had the carriages ready to take us away...
Soon enough, we has arrived ,all be it, I hasn't really been paying attention to the time; I was enveloped in my own little world.
As we approached the steps, I took a deep breath and calmed myself down. This is it. I will end this riff-raff once and for all!