Honestly. Will Sherlock ever leave me alone? I've gone through countless disguises already! I mean really-

Sorry, gentle reader. I better start from what is close enough to the beginning. You see, my story is so long that it would take hours to write down the events, and that time I do not have. For now, I am hidden away inside of a dumbwaiter which is supposedly "jammed" as I had paid the servants to tell my brother. I have also tied a bit of frayed rope in the shaft for extra convincing. Pretty clever, I must congratulate myself. Alas, Sherlock could find me at any moment, and my freedom ended in seconds.

I, disguised as Miss Charlotte Riverthwaite, using a long silky brown wig with its hair in braids, and some makeup, (a shy servant applying for a job, also very intrigued about what was happening here.) was here to discover who had kidnapped a young noblewoman, Lady Alicia. The case had been hushed up, and only a few people knew. Using my skills and a bit of a heavy hand with tipping, I managed to figure out about it. Well, as my awful luck would have it, my dear brother Sherlock Holmes, (yes THE Sherlock Holmes) was also on the case. This I did not know, and am going to relate the events as best I can.

I knocked on the door (timidly, for that was my character) and soon an A tall butler answered it.

"I presume you are Miss Riverthwaite, applying for the job?"

"Yes."

"Right this way"

He showed me the way to the head maid, and we began our interview.

"So. Miss Riverthwaite, You are aware that Miss Eviola has assigned uniforms?"

"Erm, no,"

"Well. I will present you with yours if you are deemed worthy of employment."

"Right."

And she grilled me on topics such as how to properly prepare tea, and other trifles.

I had done my research well, however, and aced everything.

"Well, Charlotte, you seem to be perfect for the job. And the uniform I mentioned…."

She brought it out of the box.

A cotton candy blue dress, with pink trim and a cotton candy pink dress and cotton candy pink ruffled cap, black Mary Jane type shoes, and white stockings was the uniform, along with little pink and blue hair ribbons.

Ugh.

"Now, we have an important guest coming within a few moments, and you will be tested on your duties by serving our guest when he arrives"

"yes, Miss" I responded.

I changed into the revolting uniform, and came to my post by the door.

The bell soon rang, I answered, expecting some sort of gentleman caller for the lady, but it was none other than my brother.

His hawk like profile was unmistakable and grey eyes were unmistakable.