"Felicity!"
"Yes m' lady?"
"My tea."
Felicity bowed and grabbed the tea pot and cup and poured the steaming tea into it. She placed it on its saucer and handed it to the young master.
"Thank you." She said softly as she sipped her drink. "Now, what is for breakfast?"
"Egg Benedict with a side of honey smoked salmon and golden brown hash browns and sautéed mushrooms." Felicity recited as she helped the young master into her corset. "To drink we have your favorite, freshly squeezed sweat lemonade tea."
"Good." She replied, shaking her shoulder length blond hair off her to the side.
Felicity tightened the corset and a gasp came out of the young master.
"Watch it! Are you trying to kill me?"
"Stop being a baby." Felicity hissed as she tightened the corset even more.
"ACK! Damn-it Felicity!"
Felicity chuckled and picked up a pair of black formal pants, a silky white button up shirt, and a black formal dress jacket. "Your fiancée is coming today, so is Ciel Phantomhive and his servants. You shall treat both of them with respect do you understand?"
"I'm not three!" The young master snapped. "I am Victoria Lé Cleire, owner of the Lé Cleire weapons facility for the Queen herself! I am fourteen and am old enough to know how to treat out guests!" She snapped.
Felicity sighed and helped Victoria into the shirt. "Temper, temper." Felicity muttered under her breath.
"You work for me do you understand that?"
"Yes m' lady." Felicity helped Victoria put on the dress pants.
"Then cut the attitude!"
"Sorry m' lady. It's just my personality." Felicity replied bowing, placing the jacket on the young master's shoulder.
"Get ready Felicity, and don't forget to bind those giant mountains you call breasts." Victoria growled.
"They are just simply double D's m' lady, no need to be jealous because you have none."
"SHUT UP!" Victoria snapped, defensively covering her breasts. "J-just go get ready!"
Felicity bowed and headed toward her room. She undressed and put on her black tuxedo pants too. She bound her breasts with gauze so they were painfully tight so they wouldn't reveal any of her breasts. She put on her black leather boots and quickly laced them up. Felicity looked at herself in the mirror. Her long blonde hair hanging down her waist, her pink lips slightly pursed, her red eyes glistening. She gently traced the tattoo above her right breast, the black circle with an intricate design. She sighed and put on her ruffle white blouse and her tuxedo jacket. She slipped on her white gloves and tied back her hair into a pony tail. She went from gorgeous young lady, to a slightly feminine looking male butler. Of course she really was a girl.
Felicity glided down the hall and stairs into the kitchen, quickly grabbing the plate with her young master's meal on it.
"Good work Roy." She smiled to the chef named Roy. His green eyes glowed with pride and he ran his hand through his reddish brown hair.
"Thanks~!" He said with his heavy British accent. "I been trying real 'ard lately. 'Dis is ma' best work yet!"
Felicity laughed and went back up the stairs and into the young master's room. "Here you are m' lady." She said setting down the plate and taking of the sheathe to reveal the food. "Enjoy."
Victoria nodded and dismissed Felicity with a wave of her hand. Felicity walked down the hall and down the large stair case to the main entrance hall. The mansion the young master owned was huge and one could easily get lost in it. Soon the scampering of feet filled the house.
"Felicity! Felicity!"
She turned around to see Venus and Percy running toward her at full speed.
"What is it?" She sighed in an annoyed tone.
"The guests 're hear!" Venus yelped in her British accent, her blonde hair bouncing with every word and her blue eyes pleading for directions on what to do.
"Dey' just pulled up!" Percy repeated in his British accent, his brown hair slick and matted with leaves. His brown eyes worried and his face coated with dirt.
"Venus," Felicity said sternly. "Go set up the table and Percy, go clean yourself off, you're filthy!"
They both nodded their heads furiously and scrambled off into different directions as Felicity sauntered up to the front door, her hand already on the handle.
"Sebastian." A voice called from outside. Felicity heard footsteps and slowly opened the door. She stepped out into view of the guests and smiled. She got her voice ready to dip into a low voice and bowed slightly, ready for another tiring day of pretending to be a boy.
"Please," She said her voice low and smooth, heavily coated with a fake British accent. "Come in."
