The next morning, the sun had barely touched the garden hedges when a sharp, insistent knock came at my door.
"The dressmaker is here, Lady Lyssa," a maid's voice called out, sounding almost terrified.
I opened my eyes, my brows slightly furrowing at that annoying knock. Didn't they know a beauty was asleep? Gosh, someone really needs to teach the servants of this mansion some manners. I'd be happy to take on the role, but unfortunately, I'm too busy being pretty.
I wriggled my body gracefully and yawned.
Regardless of the annoying wake, it was a nice beauty sleep.
I should really do this more often, I thought as I lifted my upper body to sit on the bed, the robe I wore slipping down my shoulder and exposing my pale skin.
My 'Ward' life was officially beginning.
