A/N I've completely forgotten the plan and stuff. but because I got
reviews, I'm writing anyway. Sorry for not writing in a long time.
Mia yawned, and, rubbing her eyes, sat up in bed. She was not amazed when the fragrant smell of flowers greeted her, for they were not uncommon here in the home of the Moscovitzes. However, today the smell was rather overwhelming. Thinking Queen Moscovitz (A/N I'm sorry, I really have forgotten what dreadful name I gave her) had really gone over the top in her attempt to make Mia feel welcome, she got out of bed, washed herself, and made her way downstairs to thank the woman.
Mia could not see Queen Moscovitz anywhere in sight, and decided that she might as well ease the grumbling in her belly. How glad and thankful Mia was for a nice, plain glass of milk and some crumpets! She threw the days of etiquette out the window, for here, unlike at the Richters', Mia felt at ease and comfortable,.and she did not really care which fork she had to use right now. Once her belly was full, Mia headed off to where the fragrance was coming from, trusting her nose for directions.
Her search led her to the drawing room, and, when she double checked, her senses confirmed it- yet why would Queen Moscovitz place flowers in the drawing room? Mia inhaled deeply, then slowly turned the doorknob...
A/N Sorry, but my silver nailpolish keeps getting chipped from all this typing, and I did intend to write more, but you guys will have to do with that for now- it's just to assure you that I'm still here.
Mia yawned, and, rubbing her eyes, sat up in bed. She was not amazed when the fragrant smell of flowers greeted her, for they were not uncommon here in the home of the Moscovitzes. However, today the smell was rather overwhelming. Thinking Queen Moscovitz (A/N I'm sorry, I really have forgotten what dreadful name I gave her) had really gone over the top in her attempt to make Mia feel welcome, she got out of bed, washed herself, and made her way downstairs to thank the woman.
Mia could not see Queen Moscovitz anywhere in sight, and decided that she might as well ease the grumbling in her belly. How glad and thankful Mia was for a nice, plain glass of milk and some crumpets! She threw the days of etiquette out the window, for here, unlike at the Richters', Mia felt at ease and comfortable,.and she did not really care which fork she had to use right now. Once her belly was full, Mia headed off to where the fragrance was coming from, trusting her nose for directions.
Her search led her to the drawing room, and, when she double checked, her senses confirmed it- yet why would Queen Moscovitz place flowers in the drawing room? Mia inhaled deeply, then slowly turned the doorknob...
A/N Sorry, but my silver nailpolish keeps getting chipped from all this typing, and I did intend to write more, but you guys will have to do with that for now- it's just to assure you that I'm still here.