The moment she returned to the estate, the sun had fully risen in the sky, bathing the manor in its glorious wake.
Penelope was only getting prepared for the day, when a knock interrupted the hands on her hair, and the movement in the room.
"Miss?" came the cautious voice from the other end.
"Come in," She called, eyes lingering on the mirror before her, catching the reflection of the servant who had paused at the threshold, a silver tray balanced carefully in her hands.
At once, the maids behind her stilled, their hands leaving her hair as the door opened, and a servant stepped inside, bearing a polished silver tray. It gleamed beneath the morning light, and upon it rested a single cream-colored card, its edges glimmering in gold and sealed with royal wax.
Penelope frowned. An invitation?
"An invitation from the royal house, Miss." She announced with a small curtsy, and the red-haired woman stilled.
Did she hear well?
