Morning.
Parlour, Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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"Can we put on more lights please" Lydia ordered as she strutted in through the entrance.
"Of course, lady Theodore" Dorothy.
"Lady Theodore!" a squealing reached Lydia making her look up the stairs to see Helena coming down, she smiled.
"Helena, I assume with the smile on your face you had a wonderful night?"
Helena grinned. "Yes and by the gloomy edge to yours, your night might have taken a bad turn" she let out.
"No, let us sit, it was actually my morning that just became bad" Lydia guided her to a couch.
"Oh dear, I am sorry, whatever happened?"
"The maid has been caught…the one who tried to kill me" she completed, her face now placid.
With wide eyes Helena said. "That is such wonderful news I should see her" she attempted to leave the couch but Lydia stopped her.