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yourself of that filthy bundle, I need you to come to my room. There are several tasks I need you to perform.”
“ Very well... my lady .” Cynthia winced as she said it. She and Robert sidestepped Georgiana and continued their journey to the washroom. As soon as they were inside, she tossed the linens to the floor and unleashed a grunt of frustration. “Grr! I hate her!”
Robert simply nodded. It didn't seem like the appropriate time for a witty retort.
“ I always hated her,” Cynthia's tirade continued, “but now I hate her even more ! How can they do this to me?! She and my stepmother are heartless creatures! It's like they have no souls whatsoever! And if they do have souls, I shudder to think of where they'll end up in the afterlife! They won't be reunited with my father, I can assure you that!”
“ I'll handle the linens, Cynthia,” Robert said. “You can deal with the witch.”
“ Thank you, Robert.”
“ And why are you thanking me? Believe me, I would much rather tackle the linens than have to deal with the likes of her! I don't envy you, that's for certain.”
Before leaving the washroom, Cynthia smiled at Robert, and the gesture was warmly returned. As she headed back to Georgiana, her stomach was gripped with fear. She could only imagine what sort of iniquitous labor her stepsister had in store for her.
“ CYNTHIA!” Georgiana was hovering by her bedroom door, eagerly awaiting the return of her unwilling maidservant. “Cynthia, hurry ! I don't have all day!”
Cynthia sprinted down the hall and entered Georgiana's room. As soon as they were inside, Georgiana grabbed a hairbrush from her dresser and sunk into a chair. Holding the brush over her shoulder, Georgiana demanded, “Brush my hair!”
“ Very well.” Cynthia stood behind the chair and started sifting the brush through Georgiana's dark tresses. She gripped the handle tightly, resisting the temptation to clobber the girl.
“ I enjoy having my hair brushed,” Georgiana said. “I don't have a maid of my own, so this is a rare luxury.”
Cynthia inhaled, but she didn't reply. Brushing her stepsister's hair wasn't the most painful task in the world, but she had a feeling Georgiana wasn't finished with her.
“ What do you think of my hair, Cynthia?” Georgiana asked.
Cynthia raised a curious brow. Why did Georgiana think it was an appropriate time for a sisterly coze? “I think you have beautiful hair,” she said. And it was true enough. Georgiana's hair was such a dark brown, it was almost black, and it gave her an exotic allure.
“ Well... I've always envied your hair, to be honest!” Georgiana said. “I've always wished I had golden hair. Hair that is light and bright is more likely to catch a gentleman's eye. They're a bit like dogs, really. They like flashy things.”
“ Mmm.” Cynthia didn't quite know how to reply, so she just answered with a grunt.
“ I must confess... I've always been a bit jealous of you,” Georgiana said. “Did you know that?”
Cynthia kept moving the brush through her stepsister's hair, as gently as she could. “No. I was not aware.”
“ Well, it's true. As much as it pains me to admit it, you really are, well... you are basically the epitome of beauty. If you had been around, I am sure Lord Charmington wouldn't have taken an interest in me.”
“ And... do you think he has taken an interest in you?” Cynthia asked.
“ Oh, I believe he has! We took a turn around the garden, and it was a most pleasant experience! He complimented me several times, and we shared many common interests. I think I can safely call him one of my suitors.”
Your only suitor is more like it, Cynthia thought. She couldn't remember a time when Georgiana had actually been courted. As overbearing as she was, Georgiana had a tendency to frighten men away.
“ You know,” Georgiana went on, “I've often wished I could have been a better sister to you. Are you surprised?”
“ I... am.” Surprised
“ Very well... my lady .” Cynthia winced as she said it. She and Robert sidestepped Georgiana and continued their journey to the washroom. As soon as they were inside, she tossed the linens to the floor and unleashed a grunt of frustration. “Grr! I hate her!”
Robert simply nodded. It didn't seem like the appropriate time for a witty retort.
“ I always hated her,” Cynthia's tirade continued, “but now I hate her even more ! How can they do this to me?! She and my stepmother are heartless creatures! It's like they have no souls whatsoever! And if they do have souls, I shudder to think of where they'll end up in the afterlife! They won't be reunited with my father, I can assure you that!”
“ I'll handle the linens, Cynthia,” Robert said. “You can deal with the witch.”
“ Thank you, Robert.”
“ And why are you thanking me? Believe me, I would much rather tackle the linens than have to deal with the likes of her! I don't envy you, that's for certain.”
Before leaving the washroom, Cynthia smiled at Robert, and the gesture was warmly returned. As she headed back to Georgiana, her stomach was gripped with fear. She could only imagine what sort of iniquitous labor her stepsister had in store for her.
“ CYNTHIA!” Georgiana was hovering by her bedroom door, eagerly awaiting the return of her unwilling maidservant. “Cynthia, hurry ! I don't have all day!”
Cynthia sprinted down the hall and entered Georgiana's room. As soon as they were inside, Georgiana grabbed a hairbrush from her dresser and sunk into a chair. Holding the brush over her shoulder, Georgiana demanded, “Brush my hair!”
“ Very well.” Cynthia stood behind the chair and started sifting the brush through Georgiana's dark tresses. She gripped the handle tightly, resisting the temptation to clobber the girl.
“ I enjoy having my hair brushed,” Georgiana said. “I don't have a maid of my own, so this is a rare luxury.”
Cynthia inhaled, but she didn't reply. Brushing her stepsister's hair wasn't the most painful task in the world, but she had a feeling Georgiana wasn't finished with her.
“ What do you think of my hair, Cynthia?” Georgiana asked.
Cynthia raised a curious brow. Why did Georgiana think it was an appropriate time for a sisterly coze? “I think you have beautiful hair,” she said. And it was true enough. Georgiana's hair was such a dark brown, it was almost black, and it gave her an exotic allure.
“ Well... I've always envied your hair, to be honest!” Georgiana said. “I've always wished I had golden hair. Hair that is light and bright is more likely to catch a gentleman's eye. They're a bit like dogs, really. They like flashy things.”
“ Mmm.” Cynthia didn't quite know how to reply, so she just answered with a grunt.
“ I must confess... I've always been a bit jealous of you,” Georgiana said. “Did you know that?”
Cynthia kept moving the brush through her stepsister's hair, as gently as she could. “No. I was not aware.”
“ Well, it's true. As much as it pains me to admit it, you really are, well... you are basically the epitome of beauty. If you had been around, I am sure Lord Charmington wouldn't have taken an interest in me.”
“ And... do you think he has taken an interest in you?” Cynthia asked.
“ Oh, I believe he has! We took a turn around the garden, and it was a most pleasant experience! He complimented me several times, and we shared many common interests. I think I can safely call him one of my suitors.”
Your only suitor is more like it, Cynthia thought. She couldn't remember a time when Georgiana had actually been courted. As overbearing as she was, Georgiana had a tendency to frighten men away.
“ You know,” Georgiana went on, “I've often wished I could have been a better sister to you. Are you surprised?”
“ I... am.” Surprised
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