Maya carefully folded the last dress. It took her until nearly sundown to finish mending all of the dresses. She had grossly underestimated the amount of work needed.
She stood from the wooden chair and stretched her limbs. She felt stiff from staying in the same position for hours. Her shoulders felt sore, especially her right shoulder.
She tried to ease the pain as she watched the setting sun through her open window. She would have to head for the dining room soon, else she risked Keenan's wrath if she was late.
She stifled a yawn as she prepared to make herself look more presentable. It was hard without a mirror, she moved her hand over her face to be sure nothing was amiss.
Her hair was the hardest part. The last time it had been brushed was the wedding two days ago. She ran her fingers through it to try to brush the hair and gathered it in a bun to make it presentable.
