Arthur pressed the hot iron to the satin dress quietly, his eyes straying to the young lady seated in front of the vanity. He tried not to look at his mistress for too long, he knew it would be impolite. Her dark hair was in in a delicate updo as she painted her lips a dark shade of maroon. There was a party to be held in the mansion and she had to look her best as the hostess.

He casted his eyes down again not wanting to overstep. "It is done Ma'am." He said politely, holding up her dress.