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[alexandra brightmore !]

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I DONT WANNA BE THE FOOL
T H A T G E T S L E F T B E H I N D I N T H E D U S T
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As she headed from the market during the early morning, blue eyes lifted to the east, where the sun was just beginning to rise. The usual heat of the early summer day hadn't arrived yet, for the sun hasn't been beating down through the atmosphere. The colors, the bright oranges, purples and soft blue from the sky for the day were just starting to appear. Her favorite time of day, but tied really with sunsets. It was so peaceful, hardly anyone but store owners were out, who knew her. Some gave her a soft wave here or there, but otherwise, she went unseen, how she and her friend wanted it. This was - a secret mission. On her person, she had a precious love letter from Miss Norwood to Lord Delaford. A forbidden love, that she had accidentally gotten herself into. Top teeth nibbled on her bottom lip, as feet remained silent on the dirt path which approached the Delaford house from the side, where all maids were supposed to enter.

Remaining silent through the halls, she looked around as she made her way up to the third floor, knowing that was probably where Andrew Delaford was. The person who needed to see this letter. As she stalked about, her eyes drifted around. The darkness was hard to see in with only human eyes, since the sun hadn't illuminated the long hallway yet. The blonde frowned darkly, curious as to why Emery and Andrew had chosen her. Her of all people. She was only a maid. But - maybe that's why Emery insisted on her doing this, saying she'd help her find her real family. Lips pursed lightly, thinking of finding her biological family for doing this for the Lady Norwood and Lord Delaford. Suddenly, while she had been preoccupied, the maid had stumbled into a table, with some wooden objects on it.

Panic streaked through her, as she gasped, the table had been by Madeline's and Laura's rooms. Quickly, she dropped, without realizing the letter, addressed to Andrew Delaford had dropped from its safekeeping. Dropping down to upright the table, she cursed herself, glancing around, hoping that no one would come out to investigate. Hands flew over the objects, replacing them back onto the table, before her attention snapped up when a door opened. Scrambling, she spoke, softly, "I'm sorry...I should have been watching." her voice soft, on who-ever it was, since she didn't dare look up through her blonde locks. Stepping away slightly, she then noticed the letter. Oh no. Quickly, she bent down and scooped it up, tucking it away onto her person.

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NOTES YEAH, NOT THE BEST. HAVE FUN REPLYING THOUGH WORDS 400 +
TAGGED MADELINE , LAURA DELAFORD , ANDREW LATER IF HE WANTS. OUTFIT COMING.
CREDIT BY HEY BAYBAY !? AT CAUTION ![/size]
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