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Charolette sat in the carriage ,proved by her new co-worker, that was heading to her temporary home in London. Her brown hair pulled back into a messy bun on the top of her head and gray-ish blue orbs staring outside as London's streets and people past her. She lived in Italy for most of her life, never had she remembered going to London. She shifted uncomfortably, crossing her legs from underneath her mostly simple dress, the poor girl loathed flashy overly big dress but she had to wear them for buisness. Sometimes she would go out in men's clothes, but today was not "approprite" for such occasion, according to her servent Earl Gray.
Earl Gray sat besides him mistress in her carriage, sitting up straight and looking very formal. He was always dressed up like he was serving the queen herself! His blonde hair brushed so not one hair would be out of place, his clothes had no wrinkles or stains, and even his boots were free of mud and dirt. He was a good servent to Charolette, but he was quiet the flirt of his own time. He turned his head towards Charles
"We're here m'lady" he bowed his head, opening the door and helping Charoles out.
Charles took Earl's hand, hopping down from the carriage and thanking her bulter. She turned to her temoprary home, sucking in air through her teeth and exhaling a deep sigh. She would met her hosts soon, infact now.
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