<div align="center">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/Clip%20Art/1313727097122522234548558.png) (http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/131372709712252974867050.jpg)</div><br/><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"></span></span></div>As Emma waited to be beckoned in, she smoothed the stray wrinkles from the skirt of her dress, and as an after thought, her pristine white apron, although that was unnecessary, as it was starched and ironed to perfection.  Her finger stilled though, the moment she heard movement coming from the other side of the closed door.  Straightening her back, she plastered a pleasant smile on her face, and curtsied as it was opened, waiting to be invited, before walking in.  Fiona was not behind schedule, the glance she had taken of her pocket watch moments before had ensured that.  But Emma proffered to move before it was needed, it helped greatly in making sure that things ran smoothly, and more importantly on time.  In Fiona's case, she had a full twenty minutes before her presence was needed for the line up, twenty five if you counted the whole five minutes between the time she needed to be there, and the exact time the viewing was expected to occur.  Of course, all of that was subject to other people being on time, and she really couldn't control the promptness of the client's, more the pity.<br/><br/>"Good evening Ma'am."  Her curtsy, while being respectful, wasn't as deep as the other female servants would have given, it was a small luxury, what with being the housekeeper, and being of higher rank than the simple maids.<br/><br/>"You're perfectly on time, and have a full twenty minutes before you need to be downstairs."  She had a small smile on her face, and moved knowingly towards the young ladies dressing area, and to where her jewelry was kept.  She had gone through all the jewelry kept at the Teahouse, since she proffered to clean such valuable things herself, instead of having a regular upstairs maid do it.  It wasn't because she didn't trust them, but it ensured that things went smoothly, if something did go wrong, there wouldn't be any wasted time spent in investigating those who worked underneath her.  So she knew exactly what would compliment Miss Fiona in that pretty dress, and what wouldn't.<br/><br/>"I believe the golden hued pearl necklace and bracelet would compliment your dress beautifully Ma'am."  Her fingers hovered over the pieces of jewelery, not touching them until permission to do so was given.  Sure she could touch them when cleaning without permission, but in the presence of the miss, well it just wasn't done, unless given express permission to do so.<br/><br/>"As for heels, the pretty golden brocade ones with the tiny matching pearls sewn in, would do in a pinch."  She could picture it in her head, and the image was stunning, almost enviously so.  Turning away from the pretty things, she once again faced Miss. Fiona, and clasped her hands tranquilly in front of her body.  She waited patiently for Miss Fiona to either ask her for help, or dismiss her, but she hoped that she'd be asked to stay and help.  It would only take a few minutes, and to be able to touch such fine, pretty things, would be really fun for her.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong><em>Tag:</em></strong> Fiona, played by Wistful Dream</span></span></div>