Mrs. Dawkins (The Artful Dodger) [TBS]

Part 7

I sat bored out of my mind, I listened to the gentle breeze as it blew on the windchime that hung outside my balcony. 

I took an eggshell card from the tower, set it on my writing desk's mat, and I read the words written across it.

'You are cordially Invoiced to Miss Everset's Debutante Ball, Miss everset is to formally be debuting at her debutante Ball, Sunday 21st Starting at 9.30 pm, Please be prompt in your replies and we hope you join us for what is sure to be a spectacular evening.' 

and a line for me to sign, 

I dipped my pen in my inkwell and signed my signature across the bottom before I blew my breath across it drying the ink, I picked up my perfume giving it a spritz before adding it to its pale blue envelope addressed already to its recipient, I sealed it with wax from the pot and stamped it with the family crest before finally adding it to the other pile of completed invitations, 

This went on for what honestly felt like hours and hours of mindless work.

And as I worked finally doing the last one leaving me with two or three spares just in case, And I... spotted my drawing. I pulled it out and looked at my sweet drawing of Dr. Dawkins.

I blushed a little and hid my drawing away, I grabbed one of the spare cards signed it, spritzed it and set it in a blank envelope writing the address myself,

'Dr Dawkins, Port Victory Royal Hospital'

Sealing it up as I had all the others, I was a little worried I knew I shouldn't just invite anyone, my father had planned this so meticulously so I hid the invitation in my pocket and scampered through the house to my father's office.

I pushed the door open slowly, it opened with a high whine, seeing his office inside was fairly dark with the fire burning, the walls filled with books, and his desk in the centre. He worked away with papers and such, littering his desk, not even looking up at me.

"Father?"

"Yes, my sweet?"

"I've uhh I've finished my invitations."

"Good, we'll pop into town and drop them off tomorrow," he said as he inked his pen, 

"I uhh I had a couple of spares,"

"Yes you should do dear I made sure to have extra in case of errors, damage, or just forgetting someone," he said, 

"I uhh Could I make one up?"

"For?" he asked looking up at me finally,

"For the doctor, who looked after my hand?" 

 He smiled wickedly a moment "I don't see why not,"

"Thank you!" I smiled going to run back to my room.