As I took a bite of a dish, I remarked, "Beatrice."
Awesome! 'I was pleased on the inside, but I was dead on the outside.'
"W 'What?" the maid said, puzzled. I didn't pay attention to her and instead let her figure it out on her own.
"Why would you want people to call you Beatrice?" the maid ultimately queried. I'm not sure what I meant, but I did make a motion.
While I finished my dinner and cleared my plate, she remained silent.
I handed her the tray and waited for her to walk away.
It took her a second to comprehend what I was expecting, and she went away quietly. After she closed the door, I walked to the wardrobe and changed into a black cropped top and black leggings.
'Wouldn't it be a classic melodrama for the well-heeled?
'I was curious.' This is something I've never seen i
