I pushed past people in the bustling streets of the town. The air was heavy with the mouthwatering aroma of waffles and breakfast delicacies, teasing my growling stomach. As I made my way through the crowd, my disheveled and greasy hair uncomfortably clung to my face.
Suddenly, a young, panicky voice pierced through the air "Lady! Lady!"
I, of course, ignored the voice, but a small hand grabbed hold of my arm. "Lady!"
I turned around to face a girl, her youthful features framed by honey golden curls cascading over her shoulders. Relief flooded her eyes as she pleaded, "Lady, I finally found you!" She was in a pale gray dress and apron, a maid cap over her head.
Lady?
She suddenly gasped at my appearance, her hand clasping her mouth. "Lady! What are you wearing?! What happened to your luxurious gown?!"
I glanced down at my clothing - a stained white shirt, ripped and tattered jeans, and mud-smeared sneakers. It was clear that she mistook me for someone else, someone far wealthier and more elegant.
"Oh, my Lady! Your hair! Your face! Where is your handkerchief?!"
I'm sorry but I'm not your Lady, I communicated, but she didn't seem to notice I was telling her something with my hands. You've mistaken me for someone else!
"Oh, Lady, come on, let's go back to the Estate! Madame and Sir are waiting for you!"
I pulled my hand out of her grasp. I'm not your Lady, I mouthed.
"Lady, can you not speak?! What happened to your voice?!" The maid exclaimed.
"..."
She hurriedly ran her hands through her pockets. Finally, she retrieved a shred of ripped linen paper and a pencil, hastily thrusting them towards me. Grasping the tools, I hastily scribbled the words, I'm not your Lady.
"Lady, I know you're upset, but Madame and Sir are awfully worried about you! And look what happened to you! You look like a beggar!" She gestured towards my clothes.
I'm really not your Lady! I don't even know who you are! I wrote, frustration etched across my face. I couldn't comprehend why she remained so convinced of my identity.
"What! Did you injure your head, Lady? I'm your personal maid, Lisa!"
Personal maid? This Lady must be very rich! She has an estate, fancy gown and a personal maid! But why does Lisa think I'm her Lady?
"Don't worry, Lady! We'll spare no expense in finding the best doctors to help you regain your memories!"
What even happened?
"Last night, Madame and Sir informed you about your arranged marriage with a gentleman. However, you threw a tantrum, declaring that you would only marry your true love, Chase. When Madame and Sir refused to cancel the marriage, you ran away! And now, I finally found you!"
Chase? This lady likes Chase? Is she blind? What is her problem? And boy, she's spoiled!
"Lady, I cannot bear to see you in this condition! I've never seen you in anything other than lavish gowns and dazzling jewels! Quick, let's return to the Estate and get your washed up!"
But-
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