Ray knocked timidly on the door with a beautiful green dress in hand that Lucas had dug out of an unknown dressing room. The corset and other underclothing had been pulled from the same place that the maid had never found. The handsome butler had woken her this morning with orders to tend to their guest. The orders had been explicit, she was not to allow the woman in front of the young mistress until she was properly attired.
"Come in."
The maid opened the door to see the girl from yesterday standing in front of the windows still dressed in the revealing clothing from yesterday. Ray curtsied, as the butler had reminded her to when he gave her the dress and stepped into the room.
"I...I've come to help you dress, my lady."
Mifa laughed. "Please, just call me Mifa. There's no need to be formal with me."
"But Sir Lucas said..."
Mifa waved that right off. "Well, what he doesn't know won't hurt him."
