Later...
Daniella wandered around the castle, looking for anything that might need cleaning. She took her duster and expertly dusted the hall near the main guestroom. She was still quite confused about what Master Lorenzo had told Riccardo, for he had shown her around the rest of the castle after Master Lorenzo had gotten angry for her being incomplete, acting very friendly, if a bit odd. But, after talking to Master Lorenzo, Riccardo now acted cold and distant toward her, only speaking to her to tell her to clean his room or some other part of the castle.
That didn't bother Daniella much, though, for she had been informed a new guest was coming to stay at Belli Castle, and Master Lorenzo had instructed her to clean up and make sure the girl was comfortable while she visited and to keep Master Riccardo as far away from her as possible... For what reason, Daniella didn't know, but she didn't question her Master's instructions. She swiftly entered the bedroom, the same one with the fireplace her Master had taken her to on her very first day of life.
She placed her duster on the bed, moving silently toward the window, watching the girl, Miss Fiona Belli, cautiously walk toward the steps that would lead her to the bedroom. She stopped near the stairs, gripping her only garment, a sheet, tightly, and looked around her fearfully. Daniella smiled coldly and rummaged through the wardrobe to find some clothes for the young miss. She glanced again at Miss Fiona, and blinked.
"You have nothing to fear, Miss Fiona. Master Riccardo is tending to his experiments and Debilitas is playing with his dolls. Master Lorenzo awaits you soon," She muttered, laying an outfit on the bed and swiftly exited the room to continue dusting before the young miss entered. A few moments later, she heard the door to the garden open and then hesitantly close, and Daniella put aside her duster and straightened her apron, wanting to look presentable for her Master's guest.
Quietly opening the door and walking to the bed as the girl looked around the front of the room, not noticing the maid as Daniella patiently waited for her to end her inspection, hoping she thought well of her work, and then smiled as she turned around, seeming confused and fearful... Of me? She pushed the thought aside and continued smiling, extending her arm toward the garments on the bed, and said, "I've gathered some clothes for you." Assuming she was not one to be of gratitude like Riccardo, she turned to leave the room so the young miss could change.
"Wait, don't go," Fiona said, saying it more like an uncertain question. Obeying, Daniella turned and looked at her, lavender eyes and pale face emotionless, awaiting orders. "Um, excuse me, but, where are we? And, how did I get here?" She asked tentatively, her European accent somewhat endearing, her eyes looking ever so innocent and scared. Daniella looked up to the portrait on the wall, the one of her Master, and, trying to comfort the miss as she had been instructed, said, "Yes, Master. We will keep her here for awhile. I will make sure she stays comfortable." Then Daniella watched calmly as Miss Fiona looked at the painting, a faraway look in her eyes, then fell to the ground.
Daniella thought nothing of it, for Master had told her to expect oddness from the guest and to not make anything of it. I'll check on the Miss later, make sure she's comfortable. Daniella thought nonchalantly, having chores to attend to. Daniella exited the room, grabbed her duster and closed the door firmly behind her.