The young noble, or me, calls down the halls. Flattening my long skirts down with my gloved hands, I peer around the corner of the hall, searching for him. Since my tutor is bedridden, I made the trip to the Phantomhive estate unaccompanied. When I had entered, supposedly Sebastian was out of town, most likely carrying out some task at the command of the Earl Phantomhive or more familiarly known to me as Ciel.
So the other servants had welcomed me warmly and I had greeted them back, embracing them, as others might deem it inappropriate, I hadn't seen them in quite some time, and considered them more of friends than servants. I couldn't find Miss Phantomhive either, I supposed whatever the task was, it must have consumed most of their time, as though I had arrived in London in the midst of May, the first week of June had come to pass and they had been busy since then.
I called Miss Phantomhive, Miss, despite our closeness, for the simple reason that she had requested me