Abigail woke up in a panic, sure she hadn't heard her alarm go off. She checked the clock next to her bed, and saw that it already read half past eight. She was going to be late.
Quickly, she stripped out of her pajamas and into some any random clothes she pulled out of her duffel bag. She didn't have the energy or the time to go through her extensive closet.
Hurriedly, she pulled a comb through her hair and brushed her teeth, dabbing her face with wet hands and then with a towel.
Her clock read 8:45 and she rushed to find the sunroom. She passed by two servant girls, one of whom was unable to say even a word to her, and another directed her to the sunroom.
But on arriving there, Abigail found it to be entirely empty, no trace of breakfast to be found. But there was no way she could be
