A soft knock drew Mauve's attention to the door. She turned her head to the door when a voice called out to her. There was no need for that, she could already guess who was behind the door.
"Princess, it's me," Rosa's sharp voice echoed in the room.
Mauve turned to the maid brushing her hair, "Could you let her in?"
"Of course," she replied, bowing her head.
She took her hand away from Mauve's hair and placed the brush on the dresser table before making her way to the door.
Before she could get to the door, Rosa let out another impatience knock. "I almost at the door, Milady," the maid responded.
"Hurry up," Rosa replied, the sound of her heels hitting the floor reached Mauve ears and she couldn't help but smile.
The maid pulled the door open and Rosa rushed in, zooming past the maid and heading straight for where Mauve sat in the corner of the room.