"Are you positive?" he asked.

"Yes, just go. I will make sure no one sees you on the outside, just be careful about everyone in the house." Gwen restated again.

Gwen had been telling Tom all day about the new dress (if it could be called that) that Lady Sybil had finally gotten. She had ordered it a only a few days before, but Gwen noticed when she would go in to help Lady Sybil dress and undress, she seemed much more excited about this one particular frock than she had been about any others. When Gwen tried asking her about it, Sybil simply smiled and would say something along the lines of "You'll see."

Gwen had heard the dress finally came that morning and she was looking forward to finally seeing it. That night Anna was the one helping the lady but in passing Gwen had seen her dash down the hall and halt in front of her to show it off. The soft blues and green contrasted beautifully against her skin as the small crystals shimmered as they caught the light making the piece elegant. What was truly going to be the center of attention though was not the colors or the crystals. Instead, Gwen found herself staring, mouth hanging wide open, at the small pull of fabric at the feet crossing the line between dress to pants.

Lady Sybil only stayed long enough to see that she had thoroughly shocked the maid before she started up her brisk stride down the stairs. That was when Gwen ran to the servant's staircase, knowing exactly who needed to see this. She found him outside in the garage, as usual.

Tom looked up to see who was running so fast across the gravel just as Gwen grabbed his arm and yanked him away from the car he was working on. He kept up easily but not without asking multiple times what was wrong.

Finally he reached forward and stopped her when he saw she was leading him around to the side of the large house instead of the side where the servants normally entered.

"Just trust me!" Gwen replied breathless from running so far and so fast.

"No! Where are you taking me?" Tom said firmly.

Gwen let out an exasperated sigh and looked over her shoulder, "Lady Sybil got her new frock his morning and I knew you would want to see it." she finally answered.

The truth was, yes, Tom did want to see it. Ever since Sybil had ordered it, she beamed and had a happy nature about her, more so than usual. Whenever he tried to ask her about it though, she just smiled and shook her head. Tom also knew though that if caught, both he and the maid would be sacked. Gwen seemed to see this in his eyes and smiled.

"Don't worry, I will make sure no one from the outside sees us," she stated confidently, "all you have to do is make sure none of the family sees you."

And now, after asking her the same thing at least another ten times, they stood just feet from the window Gwen said she would be able to see her from.

"Are you really positive?" Eleven.

"Yes, now look or you might miss her."

And he did. He looked in just in time to see her in all her beauty show off the pants she wore so proudly. He laughed as he watched her. This frock fit her so perfectly. Yes, it fit her shape as if it was sewn right onto her skin but what Tom loved so much was how this fit her personality. It seems elegant and proper at first glance, but when you truly pay attention you notice how individual it was. Just like the young women that wore it.

Tom felt so much emotion well up inside of him. First and foremost, pride. Second, admiration. He had come to admire Lady Sybil over the course of his being here at the Abbey, but now as he watched her triumphantly stand in front of her entire family shocking them out of their wits, he admired her more so than ever.

Another emotion was becoming more noticeable too. He had first felt it after talking to her when they were alone but he just ignored it mainly because he could not quite pin what it was. Now, he felt it stronger than ever but he still could not identify this feeling.

Still lost in his thoughts, Gwen yanked him to the ground. Partly because he was standing in full view of the window and anyone in the family could have seen him. But the main reason was because Gwen heard someone walking on the gravel and it sounded like it was getting closer. She yanked him into the bushes below and ducked. They sat there and waited as two servants passed by. It wasn't till they were safely around the corner and out of hearing range that she dared look at him and speak.

"So, what did you think?" she asked. He just smiled even wider and shook his head.

"Amazing." he breathed.

She laughed a little and got up to straighten her dress. He got up too and started walking away toward his garage. He turned back though and over his shoulder added, "Thank you Gwen."

"You're welcome" she replied. She laughed to herself and shook her head.

"That boy is going to fall head over heels." she thought. "In fact, he probably already has."