Ana was sitting at a little round table in her room staring at the food in front of her, picking at it with disinterest as she contemplated her predicament.
She had been woken by the older maid, who she found out was named Melena, and told to get dressed for breakfast. Ana noticed that the entire wardrobe was filled with flowing gowns of silk and other flowing gauzy feminine materials. Ana wasn’t one for wearing dresses and so tried to find one that was a) the least fancy and b) the least revealing. Instead she found a string strapped A-line maxi dress that was of a white cotton with a crocheted pattern overlay. It looked like something a girl would wear to the beach.
When she came out of her dressing room Melena had smiled at her then glanced at her feet, that one could barely see as th
