(5) This Sunday Morning
This Sunday morning the little mistress would be up before the sun, unable to sleep due to her excitement at what was to come. She would sit on the edge of her large four-poster bed until the maids entered and opened the heavy damask curtains. As her large quarters were flooded with the early morning light, she would jump from her bed in pure delight. The maids would be hurried in their regular morning cleaning, the kitchen rushed to prepare her morning meal, and the butlers were quick to enter her room to serve her as the sun rose. There was much-excited chatter throughout the House of the Cadells, servants rushing this way and that as they hopefully prepared for his arrival for his return home. The most bustling was, of course, in the young lady’s rooms. The nannies chitters and coos as they bathed her in the finest soaps and brushed through her silken black locks with an ivory brush. Their talk today was about the birthday that she would soon be celebrating, one that she would hopefully not be celebrating alone again. She was dressed and made up in only her finest, as she was every Sunday so that she would be able to properly greet him. By the time the sun had fully risen she was dressed in a soft, simple, yet elegant silk dress with her long hair brushed into a gentle sheen as it hung down her back. His trinkets in hand or around her neck as the sun slipped through the slatted windows and bounced off of the emeralds that decorated her. She waited there, staring out onto the beautiful spring day as the sun rose higher into the sky. The orchards were blossoming as his favorite season came to its peak. The gentle pink and green blooms would start to scatter their petals soon, a perfect time for his arrival. The sun would carry on through the sky, slowly setting in front of the house. He hadn't come again today, but she stayed there until the moon was high into the sky, unable to walk away.