The following morning, I woke up early as I did every Sunday. All of the servants were busy with cleaning and redecorating, keeping the house busy with activity.
"Second Miss, your dress has been delivered," a maid called from the hallway.
By the time I walked over to the door, the maid was already gone, leaving only the usual dress box sitting on the floor beside the door.
They must be really busy today.
I lifted the box off the ground and carried it inside, curious to see what today's dress looks like.
"Oh. This isn't bad at all," I said, looking down at the soft yellow fabric.
The dress felt very bright and cheerful, made from a light cotton material. It was ankle-length and had short, puffy sleeves.
There was no extra jacket or covering, and although the dress was modest, it had a refreshingly youthful feel.
