First message
Standing outside of her bedroom door, I glance at the designer watch on my wrist. Miss. Bridget has supposedly been getting dressed for almost 2 hours. She is expected to attend a gathering in the ballroom. She should definitely be ready by now unless… something it wrong. I knock on the door once, twice, three times. That’s it. I open the door stepping into the room, scanning the space with a keen eye. I slowly make my way through, looking for said princess. The window. Open. Bloody hell.