Chapter 187: Bailey
Rose was drying off when she heard a knock. She froze, holding the dry cloth. She had spent a considerable amount of time at the foot of the door before forcing herself to clean up. The dress she wore when the crown prince arrived was definitely ruined, and she had done her best to clean it while she washed up.
She wasn’t expecting any interruption until noon. Noon was still some time away. She slowly set aside the dry cloth and got into a new dress. This time, another knock rang out, louder than before.
Suddenly, she heard a voice say, "Just open it. Last I heard, she doesn’t lock her door."
Rose felt a chill run down her spine. It was true that she didn’t, but that was the last thing she expected to hear from someone else’s lips. Rose dressed faster, almost ripping a nail as she forced the dress down her legs. She didn’t care if she wore it properly as she hopped to the door, hoping to reach it before they opened it.
"Are you sure about that?" she heard a softer voice ask. "Isn’t it rude to just barge in? I know we’re here on orders, but isn’t just walking in a little too much?"
"Don’t worry about it," the other voice replied. Rose frowned as she realized the first voice was starting to sound familiar as she got closer to the door.
Rose opened the door just in time to see Welma reaching for the handle. She couldn’t even show surprise—just disapproval. Of course, it would be none other than the maid who constantly got on her nerves.
"Oh," Welma said, pulling her hand back, though there was no way to pretend she hadn’t been about to open the door.
"What are you doing ’ere?" Rose asked immediately.
"I didn’t think you were awake. I thought you might be having one of your weird sleeps. I just wanted to make sure everything was fine," Welma said, her tone laced with laughter as though to make light of the situation.