Silver Creek She was a Playboy, Brigitte Bardot

Breaking her from her trance was the voice of Korinna. She knew little of her sister's servant, in fact she was completely neutral on her, but the girl seemed friendly enough.

That's alright, she responded, spitting out the flowers. I was only picking them for the fun of it. The moment those words left her mouth she seemed to frown. Pretty dull, huh?

Maybe she shouldn't be complaining. Korinna was a servant, a job that surely had more problems than she had ever had. Her mother would have scolded her for having so little empathy.