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"Hey Mal," She looks up from polishing the brass doorknob that leads to Emmeline's room. "Who cares about a doorknob?"
Rolling her eyes, she takes the hand I offer, climbing off the polished floor. "I know, it's ridiculous but there are a ton of new rules in place since Clarissa took over as head maid."
"But you're the Princess' personal handmaiden. Shouldn't that count for something?"
She laughs, "You would think, wouldn't you? Everyone sees me as a suck up since Emmeline and I gave somewhat of a friendship."
"That's ridiculous. You got promoted because you work hard." I should know, I made the recommendation a few years ago and her worth ethic was a big influence...perhaps I was also swayed by a certain brunette but she was still on my radar.
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