Gabby opened her eyes feeling the dark circles underneath coming up to the surface. "Gurtrude, can you please come in and help me?" She yelled. The elderly maid came in so fragile and danity that she seem a little younger.
"Hello and goodmorning Ms. Gabrielle Conrad. Are you going to the picnic with your fiancé Mr. Donte' and his mother this afternoon?" She asked politely. Tightening the corset around her torso much to tight. But Gabby didn't say a word.
"Actually, yes, I am...." She replied reluctantly.
Further more, Gurtrude...
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