Hmm, let's see. I'm an only child, an orphan, and - wait, I wasn't going to go there. Backtracking.
I have a cold. And my chest hurts.
Messy kitchens are the devil, you know. Just the devil. And whoever invented scullery maids should just die.
Yes, that's me. The live-in scullery maid. And the live-in nursery maid. I'm practically a nanny for Ada, though.
Ada is so adorable. She has curly red hair and brown eyes. And she's perfectly normal even. Not like the people where I come from. Nope, you could never call *them* normal. What with all their - wait, wasn't going to go there...
Ehh. Maybe this is impossible to do. Maybe I can't keep my past a secret. Maybe it's too much a part of me to just stop existing, and I can't ignore it.
But I'm damn well going to try.