Author's note:
Continuation of Chapter 6. Wazzup guyssss! 2 updates for you.
Celia's POV:
I was happy for given the opportunity to watch my young miss growth over the past few years.
She became a mischievous child, throwing a tantrum when she dont get what she wants this was the result of us spoiling her and playing pranks that would cause me to panic.
Looking up to now I soon to notice something changed. I could not pinpoint where and why.
She is still my young miss but somethings off and different.
Now she looked refined, elegant her manners and etiquette are perfect like she was trained before dont get me wrong she would skip her class and her posture would be err lets not talk about it.
She would resemble madame in some way when taking a sip of a tea. Instead of playing toys she would prefer Reading complicated and advance book not suited at her young age. It would be written in different language even I myself cant read it. She became mature. What happened? I would ask that myself.
Before she would scold us, she would demand, throwing things she doesnt like, stomping her feet. Three words would describe her.
Ignorant. Cold. Spoiled
But that wasnt the case let me think when all of this started. It was around 2 years ago. At a ball. All elite families would attend. It was her first time I remember how excited she was unfortunately society wasnt kind to the children of wealthy families. The Ball was a facade, it was a gathering to boast your achievement, your wealth and also to find fault.
Young miss learned the harsh reality at a young age and she learned it the hard way. Thats where her attitude develop.
She would attack first before she get attacked. She was still a child even with the protection of the Madame and Sir she would not escape unscathed. She somewhat became a target of criticism. In that short amount of time. She changed to somewhat you couldn't reason with.
Haughty. Detach. Aloof
Looking up to now there was nothing I should worry about. She became a happy child, super clingy I dont know if its a good thing or a bad one. Just what did happen under my watch?
Anyways serving young miss I feel accomplished.
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