Chapter fifteen

Zaphrina had managed to embed her body into the piece of revolting black dress which was given to her by the butler--Neville--upon her arrival at the maiden's quarters.

The uniform was an unpleasant baggy cotton material owning a white rounded lacy extension around the neck as the collar, It was of a despicable length; as it oddly fled a couple of meters below her knees and to crown the gruesome collection were the uneven pleats, thankfully hidden beneath a white apron worn over her waist.

The combination concealed her youthfulness as it only portrayed a look from the '80s instead.

Neville had led her into her work unit which got her face awe-plastered as she tried so hard to gulp in its perfection, perhaps perfect was an understatement. The chivalrous man carefully pointed out where whatever she needed could be found, she must admit he wasn't a chip off her imagination. She had pictured a miserable, scarred face individual which was immediately contradicted wit