Morning.
Parlour, Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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"Can we put on more lights please" Lydia ordered as she strutted in through the entrance.
"Of course, lady Theodore" Dorothy.
"Lady Theodore!" a squealing reached Lydia making her look up the stairs to see Helena coming down, she smiled.
"Helena, I assume with the smile on your face you had a wonderful night?"
Helena grinned. "Yes and by the gloomy edge to yours, your night might have taken a bad turn" she let out.
"No, let us sit, it was actually my morning that just became bad" Lydia guided her to a couch.
"Oh dear, I am sorry, whatever happened?"
"The maid has been caught…the one who tried to kill me" she completed, her face now placid.
With wide eyes Helena said. "That is such wonderful news I should see her" she attempted to leave the couch but Lydia stopped her.
"No, let us prepare for the day, Theodore would handle it" she assured Helena, her palm pressed to the top of hers.
