"My lady, your tea is ready," I said as sweetly as I could, knowing that I would get scolded if I sounded dull or ugly.

"Thank you, Luna, but would you please go put on something a little cuter?" Lady Elizabeth said with a small smile.

I almost let my jaw drop, but quickly caught myself before my lips parted. I was already wearing a black hair band with a giant fake, sparkly, black rose, which I believed contrasted with my white hair perfectly. My dark purple dress stopped just above my knees, and it had one sleeve that hung to my upper arm, exposing my shoulder. My black, 3" heels were killing my feet, but I must obey the orders given to me by my mistress, Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford.

"What would you like me to wear, my lady?" I asked. "Would you like for me to change my shoes?"

"Your shoes are fine," I sighed with relief, thankful she wasn't going to make them taller. "I only wish the dress was cuter." I almost let my jaw drop again. I thought the dress was amazing the way it was, but I guess it wasn't to Lady Elizabeth's liking.

"What should I do to my dress?" I asked curiously.

"It needs ruffles! Ruffles make everything better! I'll go get some!" she squealed, then ran out the door.

"Wait, my lady!" I tried to stop her, but it was too late. She had already left the mansion.

What do I tell the mistress? I thought to myself urgently. She probably ran off to see Ciel again. I can't tell her mother she went to get fabric; I'm supposed to drive the carriage... My thoughts were interrupted by the front door to the mansion slamming closed.

I ran to the front door as fast as I could, so it took me about 2 seconds to get there. It also helped that we weren't all the way upstairs. What I saw horrified me.

Lady Elizabeth was back, so I must have been thinking for longer than I had thought. She was leaning against the door, breathing hard. Her eyes were filled with terror. I walked up to the door, ready to grab the steak knife I've hidden in a black purse Lady Elizabeth's mother had given me. "Every 16 year old needs a cute hand bag," she had said with a smile.

"What's the matter, my lady?" I asked, not looking away from the door.

"T-t-the s-store was out of f-f-fabric that matched y-y-your d-d-dress," she replied, almost fainting.

I caught her just before she hit the ground, and helped her regain her balance.

It took everything I had to keep from screaming in aggravation.