I reached the foyer where Mistress Mary stood, with a stack of papers in her hands. I somehow felt uneasy about it,while I loved to work, seeing her holding papers like that meant more work; not for all the servants, but for me. The perks of being called her favorite servant came with the mistreatment of having more chores slumped on my shoulders. Her sharp gaze met mine as I approached, and I straightened my posture, attempting to hide my nervousness. Mistress Mary and I always got along smoothly. She was wonderful and I always made sure to do what I was told. She hardly ever reprimands me, and she always gives me enough time off when there isn't too much work to do, which is mostly never."Ah, Alondra, just the person I was looking for," Mistress Mary said, her voice with authority. "I have some important news. We will be receiving guests in two days, and preparations must be made immediately."Guests? My heart sank. The pack house was already a hive of activities, and the thought
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