"Vivian, a young maiden, hair as black as ebony, with skin so fair, one would mistake her for an elegant princess," Lizabeth said, "Her eyes were with a warm glow of life, those brown glare mirrored life in a different perspective than we would know it be. Her slim physique, and delicate structure, made maids and servants both fell in love with her at instant glare... Mrs Finch herself had a drop of liking for her, but there was something everyone as well hated.."
"And that would be?" Belladonna asked trying her best to work, and at the same time listen to the words narrated by Lizabeth.
"She saw herself above everyone. Not only because of her beauty, but rather still, that soft spoken voice which she had, made many believe her bloodline yelled royalty. She didn't want to belong to the maid's, instead, higher..."
With Lizabeth's pause, came Belladonna's words, "She went to meet Zarvoth to ask him for a higher rank up?"
