Grace had never been up so late before.When he awoke from the Count's bed, the Count was no longer in the room.The curtains were only a crack open, and the sun shone in blindingly.

In his haste to go downstairs to work, he forgot that the beds of the masters were much higher than those of the servants, and almost fell to the ground when he got out of bed.After getting out of bed, he looked around for his pajamas, but when he was touched by the count last night, he was already fascinated, and he couldn't remember whether he took off his clothes under the bed or on the bed.

Then he saw on the stool at the end of the bed a neatly folded stack of clothes, from underwear to skirts, and a pair of women's shoes and a whalebone skirt on the floor beside the stool - not for the servants to deal with A small pannier for a big scene, but a real big birdcage, at least it can hold a big goose!

Grace picked up the clothes one by one and looked at them. The top ones were underwear and petticoats. There were several bare petticoats, and they were very white, unlike his own, which were yellowed due to too many times of washing and drying; It was amazingly thin, he put his hand in to feel the extraordinary elasticity, the white became thinner, revealing the flesh color of his palm, this kind of elasticity made people no longer have to worry about the socks slipping off after two trots; then the outer skirt, The light yellow shiny silk surface has a flowering plant printed on it. The flowers and leaves are very small, which should be vines. Grace doesn't recognize it, but he thinks it is very beautiful.

He had never worn such bright clothes. Although they were not as luxurious as those worn by Miss Orlando, they were enough to make him love them.He couldn't help touching it, and was afraid that his rough fingers would snag the smooth material, so he slid over it with his fingertips very carefully.

After seeing this dress, Grace was not in a hurry.

It took him more than half an hour just to put on the clothes. Fortunately, the earl did not prepare a corset for him, and his arms were flexible enough, otherwise he would never be able to handle so many layers of petticoats and skirts without help. That big birdcage.

The shoes were also very beautiful, covered with the same fabric as the outer skirt, unlike his own shoes, which were as dusty as those of the footmen in the backyard.It's just that the shoes are a little bit stuck, and the heels are higher than his own shoes. It took him a while to get used to the walking posture that only moves his feet while his upper body does not move.

After that, he boldly used the Earl's bathroom, cleaned his teeth with Earl's tooth powder, washed his face with Earl's soap mixed with essential oils, and got rid of the sticky things on his body last night.He wanted to secretly use some hair oil, but his hair was too much and frizzy. After a few strokes, he found that it was the same as if he hadn't, so he gave up.

Just wear your hair!He felt that with such beautiful clothes, no one would call him sloppy even if his hair was disheveled.

After he finished all this, it was almost noon when he went downstairs.

Grace finally understood why those ladies walked slowly. First of all, wearing such clothes means that you don't have to rush to work, and secondly, the clothes are too heavy.

Grace carried her skirt to the big kitchen, the smell of hot toasted bread and beef stew was in the air, the potatoes had been peeled and soaked in water, and the vegetable leaves, potato skins and egg shells on the floor were all gone. clean up.

It turns out that without him, Grace, these jobs can be completed on time.

His skirt was almost as wide as the door, and the servants all looked at him.

Grace looked into their eyes and wondered why they were looking at him that way?Why don't they talk?Is it because of the knife that was inserted into the butler's heart because of him?Or because he can sleep all night in the earl's bed?Are they calling him shameless in their hearts, or are they envious of him?

Grace had been in this place for eight years, and he knew every smell and every thing here.The stove and the chopping board always have a smell of long-standing grease, and the black residue at the bottom of the oven has a horrible burnt smell, but it smells very good when the bread or meat has just been baked... Garbage is piled in the corner The place smells sour all the year round, and the cabinets not far away are filled with all kinds of spices, with different smells... That chopping board, Sophie kneads dough and makes butter on it every day... The one on the far side is roasted. Stove, Sophie would use that to try new desserts... And those cooking pots, Sophie used the smallest of them to cook that green porridge for him, every day...

Sophie is very diligent, and he is also very diligent. They often help other servants with work.Although Orisa is sometimes lazy, she is also good to people, and she doesn't hold grudges, so she can always be happy with people.Grace thought they had been nice to the other servants, but when they were locked up, no one came to bring them food.

Not in the winter, not in the one that just happened.

It’s not that he was talking big, he thought about it after being locked in a low room, and thought about it again after he came out. He felt that if it was him and someone else was locked up, he would definitely sneak over at night to take a look. Sneak bread through the crack of the door.Even if he was afraid of being discovered by Mrs. Brown, he could sneak out and stuff an anonymous letter into the police station, so that Mr. Wales would not have to bleed so much.

Even after the kitchen floor has been cleaned, it still feels sticky, and every step I take, I feel the soles of my shoes sticking.

Not wanting to get her new shoes dirty, Grace stood by the kitchen door for a while before turning and leaving.

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