At last

Helen stands up, rushing out into the hallway again, leaving the little blonde girl to tidy up behind her. The house was quiet, even as she walked past the large staircases. The evening sun was low in the sky, washing the front of the mansion in a warm glow, the large chandelier sparkling as the evening’s sun rays hit it.

The girl rushes down the hallway to the right of the staircases, following the soft humming and murmuring of busyness. An old grandfather clock suddenly starts chiming, announcing nine o’clock. A woman’s voice calls out from behind the door at the end of the hall.

The doors silently swung open, letting the smell of cooking waft out. The kitchens were large, at least 15 girls running around, each with her own task, silently working together. Some were busy chopping vegetables, others cooking, some carrying plates and bowls full of food. In the middle of the room, a rather large woman, wearing a pure white apron was shouting out commands. Her graying hair was bundled into a bun, and she kept pointing commands with a large spoon. She soon notices the girl, her eyes widening. “You!!” She yells, pointing at you with her large spoon. “Where the hell have you been?! You were supposed to be here half an hour ago!” She grabs a small girl’s shoulder, stopping her in place. “Amy, get her the tarts. Hurry up now. Chop chop!”