“So I shall teach you how to be a lady at dinner, and you shall teach me how to serve a table.” Iris threw her hand over her friend’s shoulder. “It will befun.”
If they considered it as a game, it didn’t feel so serious. If they just thought about themselves playing a role, they could just forget about any potential pain they could cause or any mess they might find themselves in. They both knew that it was not right to do this, but Iris was desperate, she neededhelp.
For the first time ever, Daisy did not want to toughen Iris up, she wanted to shield her from the things that could cause her. This was a brand new sensation for her, and she could not seem to shakeit.
"I suppose we should start in the kitchen then since everything always begins in there. Start you from the groundup."
Iris’s breath caught in her throat. She could not remember ever being in the kitchen in her own home, and she was oddly excited by the idea. She wanted to examine the serving staff, to see how they behaved so she could throw herself into the role. She could almost feel herself becoming a maid as theyspoke.
Maybe then she would find out if her romantic notions about how other people lived actually became anything... even if only for a shortwhile.
“Once you have shown me everything, I will take you to my wardrobe and you can pick out any dress that you want. I am sure you must have had your eye on at least one of them. I think I have seen you looking at the purple one a fewtimes...”
Daisy could barely contain her excitement. That was like a dream come true for her. A lady’s dress, a lady’s hair, she could really get used to this. This was a terrible, dangerous plan, but the idea thrilled hermassively.
“Yes, thank you, Iris.” She held her hand tightly. “That sounds absolutelywonderful.”
