UPDATED: July 6 2016
"Isabella, I need you to help Tanya all her new dresses away." Mrs. D (as I have come to call her) said. "She has yet to pick one for the Dukes Christmas Gala."
I did not have to look at her to know she had a smug look on her face. I also didn't care that she wanted me to help Tanya it was the attitude she used when telling me to do something that I had an issue with. They treat me no better than the dirt on the bottom of their shoes that just will not go away no matter how hard you tried to wipe it away.
"Isabella I meant for you to do it now!"
I snapped out of my day dream and went to Tanya's room. It looked just like it did the last time I was inside with the exception of looking like a department store blew up inside of it as Tanya had left all of her new dresses laying around her room.
"Tanya," I called. "Your mother told me to come here and help you put your new dresses away."
"About time you showed up. I needed you here over an hour ago." She complained. "Get to work."
"Well Tanya I need to know what you want me to do. Your mother just said you needed help!"
The sarcasm I used went completely over her head. She replied by telling me to hang up all the dresses in her already packed closet. It took me over an hour to get it done but I did. And while I was putting the dresses all away I noticed that they were all two or even three sizes too small for Tanya. Nearly every part of her would pop out of one dress or another.
"You can leave now." Tanya said. "I don't want your am... I mean dirty germs on them."
"Well that's just too bad because my hands were all over them while I had to put them away."
"Whatever Isabella just get out of my sight," Tanya said pointing at her door.
I could clearly hear Tanya call me a dirty American on my way out to whoever was on the phone but I didn't care she was the only English or British person that I have met to think that. All of the other people have been overwhelmingly nice to me.