A Princess in Paris

She flung the door open and screamed, “Welcome to your own room, Maria!” I looked around. Everything was blue. The bed sheets, the curtains, the dressers, the wardrobe, the lamps, the book case, and the carpet. It was perfect! The room I had always wanted. But there was no way I could accept such a gift.
“Madame, there is no way I can accept this gift. The room I have is good enough. Besides, you’re sending me to the best school in all of France. That alone is a great privilege. And above all, I came to be your servant. You mustn’t treat me like your daughter,” I tried to refuse the gift.
But Madame Pomerleau wasn’t very easy to convince, “A birdie told me that your favorite color is sky blue, no? And it would be a shame to let this custom-made room go to waste, don’t you think? And you coming to Paris to be a maid was just an excuse to make you come over and stay with us!”
My jaw was about to fall open but I restrained myself by saying, “Why are you treating me like this? I never did anything good enough to deserve this.” Madame Pomerleau gave me a mysterious smile,
“I told you. I have my reasons. Come in. There’s much more to see.” I took a step into the room. She opened six drawers and what I saw made my eyes go as big as watermelons. The drawers were filled with jewelry like I’d never seen before. Even a jewelry store wouldn’t have so many accessories. Then, Madame Pomerleau led the way to the wardrobe that was even larger than Charlotte’s and Georgette’s. And the latest fashions filled the closet. The clothes were simply amazing, but the shoes! Oh, the shoes! Anyway, I couldn’t help but act like this. I mean, it has been barely a few days and I’m already feeling like a princess. It was all like a dream come true.
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Maria lived a very hard life as a child, but one letter she got that sent her to Paris just might change her life forever.