"My L- Miss Carla...Dinner is served."
The maid who announced the message almost flinched at the way Carla ungracefully stood up from the dresser in her white chemise, ready to step out.
Carla looked annoyed and pale like someone who had seen a ghost. Her eyes were dull and losing their little light the longer she remained in this strange mansion.
"Miss Carla...Forgive me, but you cannot step out in this," One of the spoke, holding a cream gown. "Allow me dress you-ah!"
A slap landed painfully on the girl's face as Carla glared daggers at her.
"Who are you to tell me what and what not to do?!" She hissed, almost lifting her hands again.
In anger, she headed back to the dresser and suddenly yanked away the chemise she was wearing off her body, leaving her with only a simple, thin-layered undergarment.
The gasp and horror that appeared on the maids' faces was almost tangible as they covered their mouths, hoping what they were thinking was not what Carla planned on doing.
