Messenger Bag

I remember it like it was yesterday.

The forrest was in full bloom, and the floor was coated in fresh dew.

"Chlo!" Mme Boire called out, "Chlo!"

Chlo turned around annoyed. This happened every morning.

"Yes?" she grumbled, rolling her eyes.

"Don't forget to remind her to see her dress-maker-person to make a dress in yellow in honour of our services."

"I will!" Chlo mumbled as she sauntered into the forest of green.

I didn't normally set out this early, but today was special. In my bag, I held Princess Manika's approval, or disproval, to TMW Design School. But I was the only one who knew about it of course. Even my boss, Meme Boire, didn't even know. It was a secret between Manika and I. I should probably introduce myself. My name is Chlo, and I am a messenger.