But Flossie Wright was not in any hurry at all. She calmly drew open the curtain blocking the light, revealing the courtyard full of snowflakes. In this cold winter month, she nonchalantly slid open the floor-to-ceiling window, letting the bone-chilling wind pour in, sweeping away the warmth in the room and leaving behind only the frigid aura.
So, when Flossie opened the door, the waiting maid outside only felt the cold wind coming directly at her, making her shiver all over. In surprise, she looked up at Flossie. Seeing Flossie only wearing a brown sweater on her upper body, the maid was stunned and temporarily forgot the message she was supposed to deliver.
She remembered... Miss Flossie was always the first to complain about the cold.
"What is it?"
Flossie stood by the doorway with crossed arms, asking the maid coldly.
