chapter 6(1)

Abbie Two days have passed, and I have hardly been able to talk to Ivy. I’ve only seen her in small intervals, here and there when we pass each other in the corridors. The king keeps her ridiculously busy and spending so much time in these quarters by myself is incredibly boring. The men on this floor are hardly here, and I find myself wishing they were so I would have something to clean. My days are becoming repetitive and blurring into one. Mopping floors that are never dirty or wiping non-existent dust from chandeliers and lamps. There is only so much one can tolerate and looking at the walls while listening to the emptiness of this place is beginning to bother me. Filling my mop bucket, I drop in some cleaning chemicals and grab my mop. I struggle under the weight of the sloshing water as I make my way from the laundry, passing Clarice in the kitchens, who is busy making lunches, and out to the foyer. Water sloshes over the sides, spilling onto the floors. I curse as I set the buck