Chapter 89 Carnell Manor Part II

• I had no idea such a society could exist in this setting of such a culture. I had never felt so alien as I looked down on what I was wearing—a fitting red shirt that was short enough to reveal my belly and a long skirt that reached my ankles.
• “Good day, your Grace. I am one of the high servants of this house. Gendrill, you may call me,” one of the attendants in the household approached us wearing a gilded-colored satin tunic with a small white cap on his head and a funny mustache.
• He looked at me with curiosity and then clapped his hand to attract the attention of one of the maids hovering in the room. She approached him, her head tipped down like she was not allowed to look at any of the guest’s faces. “You, call the physician quick.”