“Is Lady Catherine mad at me? Am I really late…Please say something, I’m quite nervous right now,” Rose panicked as she followed the butler through the other entrance of the estate.
“Please say something, is she really mad at me for coming in late?” Rose pestered him.
“Merry Christmas Miss. Rose, The maids will take care of you from here,” with that said, the butler left her and returned to Lady Catherine’s side in the ballroom.
“Oh my, I’m sure she is mad at me…why didn’t it strike me earlier when I finished the performance?” she said to herself as the maids tended to her hair and dress.
“Miss Rose, pardon me but may I ask you a question,” the maid who was brushing her hair asked hesitantly.
“Yes, you may,” Rose sighed.
“Are you a ballerina?” the maid asked her excitedly.
“Yes, I’m
