19

After spraying a last spritz of perfume, I cap the bottle and return it to my suitcase as I still haven’t unpacked. It’s been three days since my conversation with Mr. Alfred and refused to admit defeat. Though I’m waiting for him to send that contract, I’m sure I’ll find something there. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, I looked tired, the blue of my eyes looking washed out and pale, unlike the usual baby blue color.

My lips look pale, almost as shite as the shirt I have on, I shake off my concern before tossing my bag over my shoulder and making for the door, just a few steps down, I see a maid, the black haired one, Amelia I think, looking flushed, smoothing a hand over the skirt of her dress, she gives me a shy look biting her lower lips, we exchange a good morning before disappearing down the hallway. I look at the door she just exited.

Okay…

I continue on my way.

It’s afternoon and I have my bag under one arm, my notes clutched to my chest.

“Katy!” I paused mid-