Moira hums quietly to herself as she wipes down the surfaces, remembering the tune her ladyship had playing on repeat in the drawing room just yesterday. A lovely tune it was, and Moira couldnt help but get lost in the memories of home.

She doesnt notice her ladyship standing in the doorway until she twirls and catches sight of you, her ladyship.

“Her Ladyship!” She says, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment.