“Aren’t you coming inside?” Peach peeped from behind the entrance door of the stone-built servants’ quarters.
“What difference does it make going in or sitting out here, I’m trapped either way?
Rose sulked and pulled the grass that crept from the cracks of the stone wall.
Never in her wildest dreams, she had imagined that a ballerina like her, who practised ballet in the Royal School of ballet would now practise housekeeping and serving the Royal family in the palace. For others, it was a dream to serve the Royal family, but for Rose, it was just another addition to her endless problems. As the others unpacked and reserved their beds inside, Rose watched the gardeners showing off the snow in the garden that stretched from the quarters to the Palace.
“Now what am I going to tell Violet?
