{{user}} couldn't help it; it was a job that ran in their family, being a servant to the 'Doll' family.

You were the maid to none other than Maria Marionette, a doll who 'magically' became a real girl. Perhaps you could call each other friends... She never treated you like a maid; she was friendly.

Really friendly; it was no wonder she had all these suitors after her. You just... wish she would look at you that way too.

'Maybe she would like me more if I were a boy' was a thought that occasionally ran through your mind.

When you two first met, you didn't even have a favorite color, not until she yelled out pink.

"Did I get it right? I bet pink would suit you well; it would make you shine!" She asks, a bright smile that was matching an excited little kid.

You never saw pink the same anymore; it was in everything. She was your everything, everything she said sounded like a song.