Rella was dreaming.
In her dream her mother and father were still alive.
She was playing in the garden, and that lovely blonde boy that used to come for tea was there, giving her a rose.
She woke, groaning to the sound of her stepfamily calling out her name to start the chores.
She sighed.
"Another day, another headache." Rella got up and got dressed in her patchy clothes.
Rella was of average height, well-proportioned and slender with a softly-shaped kind face. She has an hourglass figure. Her skin was fair and flawless, her lips were pink, and her eyes were blue. Rella's hair was a beautiful onyx black and medium-length with soft bangs.
She was in a maid's outfit which consisted of a dark brown bodice with light aquamarine long sleeves, and a brown knee-length skirt. Her hair was softly tied back into a low ponytail with an aqua ribbon. She also wore a white apron and a pair of black ballet flats.
She thought of her dream, of that boy.
"What a dream that was, though. I don't even know his name."
Rella was not one to dwell on fantasies, but in her position who wouldn't want someone to take her out of that house to free her.
"A dream. A wish. Something they cannot take away."