Fay walked around the garden in the house she had been disposed to for the third time that day.
She felt unusually frightened, and it worried her.
To distract herself from her thoughts, she wandered into the garden with a clear goal in mind.
She was grateful the matriarch had been kind enough to get her the ingredients she needed in producing perfumes.
The second she ventured into the garden that evening, she set to work.
There were just three staff in the entire house. She was happy they were nice to her. If it was because of the orders from their boss, she would never know. She was just happy about their attitude towards her.
A work station had been set for her, at her request.
Shortly after properly arranging everything she needed on the table, she set to work.
As she worked, she began to hum. The more she hummed, the more she forgot about the world around her.
