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She says her gaze still on me. “Carmen Consta.” The taller older lady says with a bow. “Julia Carpenter.” The second older lady says bowing as well. Oh would you look at that, another Carpenter. For crying out loud there are just too many Carpenters in Noel. Just because the Country was founded my John Carpenter doesn’t mean all the families here are now carpenters! “And you young man?” Clara says. “Oh, right Evan, um Evan…” what the hell is my surname again??? “Williams! Evan Williams that’s my name.”

Caroline closed the door before she sighed. I think I will never guess what they have in store for my birthday ball then, she mused before she got ready for bed as Lexi was helping her out of her gown and changed into a nightgown. ***** “Did you find the information that I wanted from you?” Daniel asked his butler before the old man gave the papers that contained all the names of a Lady with Caroline as their first name. “There are not much of Ladies from the Gentry that have that name as well as from the peasants, my lord,” the butler said as Daniel was scanning the names.

"And what's so funny, young ladies?" "Maybe you should ask her surname instead." Nessa suggested. "My dear, If my old brain could wrap around different names in my head then I wouldn't have to lose the smallest word games with my grand-pups." She replied. "But I'm sure it doesn't forget that of the royal family." The Old Woman's brows creased before her eyes widened. "Oh, my dear! You little cute thing has grown this much!" She exclaimed joyfully and I was quite surprised at her reaction. Doesn't she hate me like the others?

"Will you grab a large bowl from the bottom cabinet on your left, please?" "What are your names?" I ask as I grab the bowl and place it on the counter next to the massive pile of cut-up fruits. "My name is Mia, and this is my daughter Annabella, but we call her Annie, my Queen." The older lady says, smiling at me before walking to the pantry and grabbing a large bag of granola. "It's nice to meet you both," I say, ignoring the others that were now staring at Odett and me. "How long have you worked in the castle?"

He chuckled kissing her cheeks. I walked slowly towards them when they noticed me. Athena introduced me to them. I exchanged pleasantries with them. The old man didn't speak much, he looked like a disciplined, strict, producing dominating aura. Hmm... I get it, after whom Anaconda took over. In our conversation, the old lady said, "My dear, cease the formalities and call me Vicki. 'Mam' word sounds like old hag but I'm young enough to be called Vicki." Queen Victoria or grandma said and winked at me while giving sexy look.

“I’ll make it happen.” "Asthenosthene." a soft, motherly voice comes from behind. An elderly servant of Lady Rosellia called her over from the hallway. She looked through the noble's bedroom and sighed. “She lived a good life.” "Madame Pickinns." "Oh no, do not call me like that, just Missus Pickinns would be alright." her eyes darted to the male behind Asty. "Noelle. I did not see you there.” Somehow, the male cracks a smile. “That was kind of straightforwardly rude.” he thought. The male nods a bit. "Missus Pickinns,"

the old lady said. “My name is Summer Hart. Just call me Summer, Grandma.” “It doesn’t matter. But you are to call me Ms. Moore, just like Mark does.” “Okay, Ms. Moore.” It sounded awkward to her, though. As eccentric as the old lady was, she was a very likeable person. “I have to get back to the office in a while. You all may go about your things.” The old lady looked down at the time. “But be sure to get home before I come home.”

, That old lady replies. Only not her dress is sophisticated as a maid, but also her conversation is also rich. Her accent resembles England's. The choice of her words and the style of addressing are heart-warming. No wonder, she has a lot of experience in her sector. The way she bowed to Erin as if she was bowing before her Lady. The old lady seems to be in her 70's or 80's. 'Age comes with experience', truly said. Erin nods her head in agreement noticing such a graceful manner of her. "She is a perfect example of a Lady's maid."

He'd insulted a raging older lady that clearly belonged in a gang of old retired ladies. They definitely were not your usual senile group of old ladies. Their differences were stark with their outfits alone. And they all dressed better than an orange pantyhose and oversized green t shirt. And none of them was wearing a pirate bandana. "Are you alright my dear?" The lady wearing a nice yellow sundress with white daises printed on it and flats said in a soft voice. Her hair was a nice black bob that framed her soft facial features. Chelsea nodded to her. She was small in size and had an extra softness to her body.

the lady with the biggest burst suddenly blurted, she seemed to be mocking me jokingly. “Oh yeah…that's right! I'm Baby,” the lady with a lollipop mumbled. “I'm Betty,” the black American lady sneered. “I'm Beauty,” the last lady and most bursty among them mumbled too. She seems to be their Boss, the one pulling the strings. None of their names sounded real, they all sounded like nicknames—I bet they are all nicknames. “So as we were saying, Shemika, take your clothes off now!” Baby sneered, sucking her lollipop on my face.