I thought I had probably been through every room in the whole mansion when I found the right one. I shoved the door open, tired of seeing the same old same old, and came face to face with a nicely decorated room with a fireplace on one wall; a door leading to what I assumed was the bathroom and a four poster bed in the corner. And a wardrobe in another corner. I quickly made my way across the carpet (Why was there so much damn carpet in this house?) to the wardrobe. Throwing it open desperately, I found what I had been looking for. There were three piles of folded trousers and hanging from a rack were neatly pressed shirts. Sighing in relief, I grabbed the most common looking pair of trousers and the least ostentatious shirt. Undoing the back of my dress, I slipped quickly out of it along with the corset and the hoop so I was just in my underclothes. Then I slid into the trousers and the shirt, so glad to finally be out of that horrid dress. My white-ish grey hair was pretty short so I rifled around in the closet before I came up with a pageboys hat that I pulled over my head. I decided that I would skip out on shoes because those things hurt like hell. I walked back out of the room after I had shoved my dress in the wardrobe and looked for a way outside.
(Outside)
I walked over the gravel drive enjoying the feeling of… feeling something. I was quite lost in my thoughts and wonderings when I heard the sound of hooves and wheels on stone. I looked up and saw a carriage coming towards me. I stepped to the side and watched as the driver stopped in front of me and a girl got out. She was dressed in a frilly pink dress and her blond hair was in two very curly pigtails high on her head. A lady, who I assumed to be her guardian, stepped out properly behind her. I decided that I didn't like this lady at all. She looked me up and down with disdain, then said under her breath, "Ciel couldn't have possibly needed ANOTHER servant."
I glared at her long and hard before a tap on the shoulder made me jump. Right into the little girl. She squealed and almost lost her balance but her mother caught her in time.
"That is NOT how I expect a Phantomhive servant to act. I will be taking this up with your master young man." Then she marched the little girl into the house. Young man? What does she mean…? I was interrupted by the driver looking haughtily at me and then handing me the reigns of the carriage. "Rub the horses down well and then feed them exactly one bale of hay each. No more, No less." Then he stalked off into the house after the lady. I was thoroughly confused now. I wasn't the stable boy! But just then, one of the sweaty horses nuzzled me in the back and when I turned around, it looked at me with its big brown eyes. I turned all the way around and stroked its nose. It whinnied and I said softly, "Okay. Let's get you guys cleaned up."