Achew. Achew. Achew.
I sneezed, bending my arm and placing my lips at the back of my elbow as I descended the stairs to begin my morning duties. I sniffled as I walked to the kitchen. I woke up with a bad cold, but at least it was not too bad. I could still work.
Achew. I sneezed again, and it immediately attracted the maids in the kitchen. I ignored them and went in to look for what I could do. Charlotte approached me with a smile. “Good morning,” she greeted
“Goo- “Achew. I sneezed and sniffled. “Good morning”
“Are you okay?” she asked.
I nodded, trying to hold in the sneeze that was about to erupt from me again. Achoo. I sneezed into my hands. “I think you have a cold,” Charlotte said.
“I’m fine,” I said, still trying to hold in another sneeze.
Ugh! I am disgusted with myself rig
