Odette’s pov
A loud bell rang across the room; I rolled tirelessly on the small bed. “Up!” The lady next to me patted me gently.
“You need to stand up and resume duties.” She said to me as she folded her bedding.
“Thank you.” I yawned as I slipped into my slippers.
“Madam Claire calls for you.” The head of the maid informed me.
Why? My heart hammered within its wall. I gently opened the door to her room, not wanting to be on her bad side today.
Clutching onto the fabric of my torn dress, I took a step in, though my chest had gotten to my throat.
“Why does it take you too long?” She questioned as she noticed my presence.
My head went lower, “I am sorry, ma’am. I started coming the moment I was informed.” I apologised, but it seems I eventually fell on the wrong side.
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