Lucy stared at the mirror in her grand room. She wore the finest of dresses, made of the softest silk in all of the Uni. Lucy practically snarled at the dress and tugged at the torso part of the elegant teal dress.
"I can hardly breath in this dress Virgo!" Lucy complained. Her pink haired maid stared blankly at the mirror.
"Hime, I sense that oxygen is entering your body and carbon is exiting it. You are breathing, yes?" She spoke plainly. Lucy sighed.
"It was a figure of speech Virgo. And what have I said about calling me Hime?"
Virgo bowed. "I apologize for not understanding you earlier. I will immediately notify the punishment crew to punish me." Lucy's eyes grew in surprise.
"N-no need! I-its okay! You made a mistake, everyone does that. Trust me. I remember this one time, Lady Mirabeth accidentally said a 'Below' term." Lucy giggled as she stepped away from her mirror.
"I shall notify Lady Mirabeth immediately." Virgo said.
"Oh! Please no Virgo! I can't have Lady Mirabeth sending me to court for speaking wrong of her!" Lucy pleaded. Virgo had a sly smile.
"I would never do such a thing to my Hime~" She spoke slyly. Lucy groaned, but smiled.
"Could you get Cancer for me? I need some help in putting up my hair." She asked her maid kindly. Virgo nodded and in a flash she was gone. A few minutes later, Cancer popped in with his apprentice, Finne.
"Hello Cancer," She said kindly. Then she went down on her knees to greet the smaller hairdresser-in-training. "And hello Finne!" She smiled, and hugged Finne tightly.
"Lucy-ebi, let us start, ebi." Lucy smiled and nodded, standing up properly. "What kind of hair style are you looking for, ebi?"
"I would like a simple bun, if that wouldn't be too much?" Lucy asked, her voice going a pitch higher as she concluded her sentence. Cancer simply nodded and whipped out a brush and rubber band.
"Please, Lucy-ebi. Sit." Lucy smiled and nodded once more as she sat in her chair in the restroom. Soon, arms were shooting everywhere as Cancer quickly made a simple, yet elegant bun in her hair. Finne watched as he mimicked his actions on a large doll that appeared along with the brush and rubber band. A few minutes later, the blonde's hair was put up in a perfect bun.
"Thank you Cancer. You may go." Lucy said calmly. Cancer nodded, and put his hand on Finne's shoulder.
"Bye Lucy-nii!" Finne waved at Lucy as he quickly disappeared. Lucy smiled and went to look in her mirror again.
"Cancer really did a good job..." Lucy thought. Her teal dress went down to her ankles, and up to her cleavage. Lace covered up the top of her breasts, and her sleeves went from the middle of her forearm to her wrists. Lucy looked at the crown etched onto both of her wrists and sighed.
"Lucy, its time for the party." A voice brought her from her thoughts. Lucy looked at her doorway and saw Leo, her faithful escort. She nodded and sighed. Lucy begrudgingly made her way to the door way and held to Leo's elbow, as he held out his arm. "Are you okay Lucy?" He asked concerned. Lucy sighed.
"I'm fine Loke! Just... Didn't get a lot of sleep..." Lucy lied. Leo stared at Lucy, trying to catch any signs of lying, but didn't catch any.
"Alright Lucy... You come and get me if you need to go back to sleep. Alright?" Lucy nodded in confirmation. Leo nodded at the guards, signaling them to open the dinner room doors. Instantly, they went to the golden rings hanging from the oak door and pulled the door open. "Thank you gentlemen."
"Ah, Lucilla!" Her parents joyously greeted her. Lucy forced a smile as her parents brought her to the table. "Lucilla, this is Lady Maraki and her husband Lord Jansen." Layla, Lucy's mom introduced. Lady Maraki had on an ugly orange dress with tacky pearls lining the edges of the dress, and her hair was put into a beehive bun. Lord Jansen had on a navy blue suit with those two tails on the back. His hair was in an odd style, one Lucy had never seen before. Before Lucy could ask, Layla had already brought Lucy to a new pair. "And this is Duchess Lissann and Duke Bik." They looked strangely familiar. Duchess Lissann had a yellow dress on and her short hair held a small flower crown. Duke Bik had on a tuxedo with fur lining the edges, and was wearing a guards mask. Lucy curtsied at the two new families in her home.
"Welcome to the Heartfillia Household." Lucy welcomed. The Duke and Duchess smiled warmly while the Lord and the Lady looked at Lucy in a disturbed matter.
"Aren't the servants supposed to welcome the upper class?" Lady Maraki snootily asked Lucy.
"Y-yes but-" Lucy got cut off.
"Then I expect a servant. Go run along and get me a servant," Lady Maraki ordered. Lucy nodded and went to go find one of her friends, or as other call them, slaves from The Below. ", you Heartfillia scum."
Later At Dinner
Lucy felt watched as she ate her caecer salad. She slowly ate, until she stopped.
"Maraki! Stop fucking staring at me!" Lucy yelled out. The quiet music stopped, the light chatter stopped, and Lady Maraki had a devilish grin.
"Lucilla..." Layla murmured. Her head hung as she said the next words. "Guards... Capture the child..." Leo stumbled over in shock as Layla ordered the guards to such an act. "Tie her up and bring her to Hells Drop." Almost instantly the guards grabbed Lucy and marched towards the exit. Duchess Lissann and Duke Bik were whispering frantically.
"Makorov won't be pleased! He sent us to make sure that Lucy wont be sent to 'The Middle' or 'The Below'! He'll have our heads!" Lissann whispered into Bik's ear. He nodded and devised a plan.
"Just follow my lead Lisanna," He whispered. "Duchess Lissann! We must be going now, shouldn't we?" She hesitated, before answering.
"Y-yes! Its time for us to go. We must be leaving now." The guests at the gathering were astounded. The Duke and Duchess wanted to leave just after a rapscallion was taken away? How odd!
"Ah but Duke Bik! Dessert hasn't come yet. You must stay." Lord Jensen slyly spoke. Everyone in The Above knows that if you leave during a meal or before a meal is served, you will be sent to the Hells Drop. The two looked at each other looked for answers. Rejectingly, they both sat down in their seats, awaiting for their dessert to arrive.