With the storm coming in this evening, it is my job to check the locks on every window to ensure that the wind and rain will not blow them open in the night.

I wander around, fulfilling my duty, when I come to the room of Felix's mistress. I enter, finding her not in her room. I hum, walking around, checking the six tall windows. As I turn to leave something catches my eye.

I piece of red satin is sticking out from the boudoir.

Being of curious nature, I run out into the hallway and to the staircase. I hear her laughing with Felix downstairs, in the parlor I believe. I smile, running back to her room. I carefully open the tall wooden door, revealing a long, satin red dress, more beautiful than anything that I have ever seen in my life!

"Better than anything I have ever worn in my life, that's for sure," I tell myself. The idea stirs in my brain. Do I dare?

Well... what is the worst that would happen? I am yelled at, punished maybe? Is it worth that?

Before I can answer my own question, I am stripped of my work dress and have the dress of red satin floating over my shoulders. In reality, it falls pretty loosely around, especially in the top, but to me, it is but a dream and I am playing the part of a fairy tale princess. I float over to the long mirror on the other side of the room, admiring myself with giggles of disbeleif.

I almost looked real... I run over to her dressing table, digging through drawers of makeup and hair combs. So many! I tease my cheeks with the red rouge powder, but it looks terrible (as I have never worn it before and applied it too thick), so I wipe it away with the back of my palm. I put some on my lips instead, making them red and shiny. Laughing, I take a couple of her combs, pulling my hair up to the top of my head and haphazardly holding it in place.

Now I look at my image in the mirror.

Wow... could I really pass for one of those girls? The rich ones who attend parties and spend their evenings with boys like Felix Goodwinson?

Before I can answer, there is a turn of the door handle.

"Jesus, Mary, Joseph!" I spurt, running across the chamber as fast as I can to the closet, grabbing my work clothes as I go. I shut the door behind me, heading to the back, where a false panel cloaks a secret passageway into the next chamber, which is empty as of current.

I throw my work clothes under the bed. I must get back to the attic before I am caught! I peek into the hallway- nobody. Okay then. Play it cool. I walk towards the door that lies past the staircase. There is a passage to the attic through there...

But I am only a few feet away when there are footsteps coming down the hall!

"Blast!" I shriek, running down the stairs, sneaking my way past the parlor and into the kitchen. I run through to the dining room, dark and empty, stopping a moment to catch my breath.

What was I thinking? Of course I would be caught! And how foolish to leave my work clothes upstairs- I could change and replace this fancy dress later (surely she wouldn't notice it missing this night!)

"Ohhhh," I groan, holding my head.

"And what do we have hear?" I hear a deep voice behind me. I freeze, panicked.