"Good morning Mister Sutcliff, did you happen to have a good adventure last night?"
Grell screwed up her face as harsh light shone in her eyes. Who… Was that…? William…? She sat up with a jolt and yelped, but there was no one there. Her curtains were just flung wide open. She frowned. "Wha…?"
"Grell, are you up yet!?" Oh god, Madam Red sounded mad. She jolted upright and quickly covered herself in her dressing gown, fumbling to open the door.
"I-I am now Madam!" She opened the door a crack. Jesus she forgot to redye her hair last night. Madam Red frowned at her. "Sorry…" She made sure her voice was quiet as possible, eye squinted. She hadn't put her glasses on yet, so everything was blurred. "I had a job last night. Can't exactly be seen lookin' human."
"Alright… Hurry up and get ready. No time for much. You're taking us to the town in an hour."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm not telling Ciel we're going dancing of course. That'll be the perfect time for the next mark…"
"Alright. I understand… I shall prepare myself."
Madam Red shut the door, as Grell stretched, and fumbled across the room for her glasses. She still felt queasy… she wasn't sure if it was because of her nerves from seeing William last night, or if that tart was still making her feel unwell. She quickly pushed the glasses across her nose, feeling accomplished that she didn't nearly gouge out her own eye this early in the morning. She frowned. That happened more often than she'd like to admit.
She opened her suitcase… Wait… had it been rummaged through…? She shook her head of the paranoia, and brushed the disgusting brown dye through the more attractive lovely red. Urk… It was disgusting. She brushed it back, and tied it with Madam Red's bow. Thank goodness she was allowed to wear red in some places.
She sprayed herself in a musty perfume. It wasn't her favourite, but it was much less noticeable, which right now, was exactly what she needed. She pulled on her usual pants, dress shirt, and- That's right… she'd stopped by Madam Red's to get the shoes she was meant to be wearing. She wondered how many noticed her footwear yesterday… She pulled on the dull black flats. Now she could dress as ugly as Sebastian! She laughed quietly to herself. She needed good sleep and humour to keep herself relaxed, her skin as flawless as she took pride in it being.
"No… At least he gets to wear that beautiful swallowtail coat…" She buttoned up her waistcoat, and pulled on the thick black jacket. Now, she was ugly and ready to blend in to the background. She was just a butler. Who would notice when she slipped away into the crowds. Who would discover her when the death scythe she used was nothing like the one she was meant to be using. She smiled to herself. It was rather genius actually… Of course Sebastian would be suspicious, but in their state, they both were actors in a grand play, both being who they truly weren't.
She shuddered at the thought. He was quite amazing… And so cruel… so much like William yet so different.
She quickly brushed some makeup across her face, and got up, shutting all her makeup away. Rushing out to escort her madam to her fun, and another woman to her demise.