“There, all done Miss.” Ella says in a respective voice.
“Thank you, Ella. Are you sure you do not want to go?” Ella was my best friend, even though she was my maid.
“No thank you, Miss. A ball is not place for a maid.” She says.
“Alright.” I, give in. She grabs my slippers and a pearl necklace. As she clasps the back, I ask her a question.
“Do you
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