A/N: Based on an RP with AnnaleaseTurner, we only own our OC's, I hope you enjoy this story so far. Please Read & Review!
A young woman, just on the cusp of becoming an adult was looking for her charge. She had been sold to a family to be their daughter's Au Pair, even though she was young herself. She had hair the color of the softest pale butter and eyes the color of the midnight sky. She was thin and short, but her limbs were just fractionally disproportionate for her body. She looked around worried, scared for both her and her charge.
There was a girl who was forced into a fluffy pink dress with bows and ribbons and anything else that was positively girly. Her mother was doing her hair which was tangled and mangled due to how she liked to keep it messy from time to time and really didn't want to be beautified. Especially right now.
"This is dumb..." the tomboy folded her arms, growling under her breath.
The girl brought as an Au Pair looked worried and had to go to the parent's room. She couldn't believe she had lost her, and knew the missus would probably punish her for doing so.
The younger girl's hair was finally done and she stomped around the house and found the slightly older girl to look after her and blinked. She was a little surprised. "Just don't laugh at me, I know I look dumb." she said quickly.
The first girl, Becky, looked at the other, hugging her. "Oh, I was so worried, but where were ya, Miss?" She asks, worriedly still.
The younger girl blinked in the hug and straightened herself out. She was never one for hugs. "Mother did my hair... I had to look extra nice... I guess you're that lady who's supposed to help take care of me?"
Becky released herself and let go quickly. She curtsied, in the regular type maid attire which was all they could get her, and didn't meet her eyes. "Yes, Miss, my name's Becky, weren't christened by any other." she says softly.
"My name's Chris." the girl informed.
"Actually, it's Chrysanthemum," the woman came behind her daughter, straightening the hair a bit. "Hello, Becky, welcome to our home..."
The young girl, Chris, rolled her eyes about her birth name, she simply hated it.
Becky deepened her curtsy. "Th' pleasure's all mine, Missus." she says, still unsure of what to call her, even if the term 'Missus' was not a title to be used face-to-face.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, it is quite pleasant to have you in our home," the mother said softly. "Would you like to meet us in the parlor?"
Chris looked like she really didn't want to go with them, but didn't speak up yet.
"T'ain't my place to decide, Missus, I work fer you now." Becky says, softly.
"Well, my husband and I would like to know about your qualification skills." the woman stated why she wanted to go in the resting room of the house.
Becky blushed. "O-Oh, yes, Missus." she says.
"He's been a little loopy lately, keeps talking about worlds which don't exist..." the mother walked in with Becky. "Come along, Chrysanthemum."
Chris sighed, following her mother and this stranger who was responsible for her well-being. This was going to be so boring. Becky listened quietly. She believed in things that her own parents had scolded her for.
"It's going to be okay, dear..." the mother soothed her husband.
The man sighed, he pulled off his glasses a moment, cleaning them, then pushed them back. "I'm sorry, Miss Becky... Forgive me for that intrusion... What sort of things could you do for our daughter?"
"I can cook, clean, sew, I ain't too good at speakin', but I can read'n write, and I'm good with looking after others, sir." Becky smiles.
"Could you maybe take Chrysanthemum to school?" the woman asked. "We're both usually too busy with work to do so."
"Sometimes we have to get a parent or teacher to take her along." the man added.
"Yessur, I can do that..." Becky assures, almost too eager, almost knocking off a fancy nicknack.
The woman seemed indifferent of Becky's turn of phrase.
"If you could, help her with her homework." the man continued.
Becky nodded eagerly. "Yessur." she smiles, though she tried to soften it.
The couple ran by a few questions, Becky had some slip-ups, but they would put up with it and they agreed to letting her look after Chris.
"Thank you for your time, Miss Becky, we have a spare room for you to sleep in with everything you may need to get you through the night." the father informed.
"Yes, hopefully they'll be valuable to someone of your... Class..." the mother added, sounding a little snobby.
Becky nodded, curtsying. She hid how that word made her feel. The man and woman shook her hand to make it final.
"What would be a good time for you to rise?" the man asked. "We usually get up at 7:00, my dear here wakes up Chrysanthemum for school and we all get dressed and share breakfast and leave by 7:15 for her to get to school and for me to get to work."
"I'll be up at 5:00 and help make breakfast for the young missus." Becky says respectfully.
"That sounds fair." the man nodded.
"Thank you, Miss Becky," the woman thanked. "There will also be times where we go out for the evening of course, but you'll need to look after Chrysanthemum as she isn't allowed to attend."
"'Cuz I'm a little kid." Chris scoffed, folding her arms.
"Do not speak out of turn." her mother warned her sharply.
"Yessir." Becky nods.
"Let's hope we all get along now..." the man said simply.
"Right then," the woman nodded. "Do you have any questions for us?"
"Is there anywhere I ain't allowed t'go or anythin' I can't do?" Becky asks.
"Don't get her too many sweets before bed, she is allowed dessert, but nothing too big," the woman informed. "You are allowed to go anywhere if you please..." She ran by any rules she had after staying with them to help look after their daughter. "Am I forgetting anything?"
"I think you've covered it, Eggie." her husband smiled, amused with her paranoid behavior about their daughter.
Becky curtsied. "Yes, Missus." she smiles.
"Thank you Miss Becky and welcome to our home." the man shook her hand.
"Eglantine and John Darling." the woman gave their names.
Becky shook hands. The two adults allowed Becky to get settled and to make herself at home. Eglantine went to check on their dinner while John went to his home office, rubbing his head and muttering something to himself.