"What color suits my hair better, Black or blonde?" I asked as my maids dressed me up in front of my mirror. I was donning a rosy red medieval gown. Unfortunately, they were just as confused as I was."Blonde, my lady," one of them softly said."Black would do justice, my lady,” another chirped."Blonde is just perfect," a smile crept to my face, hearing that voice. My eyes darted to my twin doors as Martha gingerly walked in. Dazzling in her green slim fit pant suit complemented with a black shirt and a pair of matching stiletto heels."You all may leave,” I ordered. They bowed their heads before leaving Martha and I alone. I remained in my stance still smiling. By now it should have vanished. I wasn't smiling because Martha was here, but for something else. She stood beside me while the mirror reflected the admiration in her eyes. And then she strolled to my drawer picking my most cherished necklace. One my mother had given me, a green necklace that had been handed down from generat
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