“I'm so sorry, my Lady!” The servant apologized repeatedly as he
cleaned the mess from the spilled tray.
“I'm- it is
alright.” Helen replied meekly.
“It is a blessing that
your dress is a dark purple already, thank the Six for small
fortunes.” remarked one of the guests near Helen. Lady Bethsha, if
she remembered correctly.
Helen looked down at the spattering
of blueberry tart on her dress. “I- I should head home. To change.
Ex-excuse me!” She stuttered nervously and barely remembered to dip
in a slight curtsey before she fled the party.
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