The girl's hand extended , her mouth greeted Jane with a smile of agreeableness which captivated her in her spot. She, in return, took her palm and shook her hand.
"I'm J-Mary Dawson." Her brain cursed her careless tongue which almost blurted out her real name in front of the stranger she just encountered.
This girl, from her look in her fancy red dress, must not be one of the maids even though it was her first time meeting her. Of her disinterest in getting to know her more, Jane left after that short introduction with an excuse of not yet having her meals. In a response to her, that girl nodded, permitting her to go.
After a long line of picking her food, Jane settled at one of the tables and enjoyed the delicacy of the meals on her plate. That girl, beyond her expectation, approach
