“Hannah! You need to get dressed!” Elizabeth Wray, a princess of 18-years who was now seen chasing down three 8-year-olds, who very much did not care about what she was saying. “Henry! Don’t touch that!” Elizabeth sped-walked down the hallway that held their bedrooms, her peach dress flowing behind her, her hair already undone from having to look under everything and anything for a possible hidden child. “Holden! Get out from under the table!”
Elizabeth took a breath, desperately trying not to bang her head on the nearest wall. “Please, guys. Breakfast is going to be ready soon and-” Elizabeth stopped, knowing she messed up. Mentioning food in front of the constantly hungry 8-year-olds, was always a terrible idea. Hannah stopped running from her sister. Henry put down the priceless vase he had snagged. Holden crawled out from under an antique table. The three met eyes. And with a flash, they all booked it towards the dining room.
Hall after hall, corner after corner, the triplets sped. Their stomachs suddenly starved. Until they almost toppled an elderly woman with perfect posture over.
“Children! What do you think you are doing,” Matilda sneered, as she regained her balance and straightened her back.
The three, who had paid no mind to the woman they had run into, stopped in their tracks and slowly turned around, each holding an identically guilty face. None of them spoke.
“Did I not speak loud enough for you,” Matilda scoffed, arms folding.
“No, grandmother. We can hear you,” Henry spoke.
“So you choose not to ignore your grandmother then?” Silence. “Let me try this again for you then. What do you think you are doing?”
“We were going to get breakfast,” Hannah responded.
“Are you scavengers? Are you raccoons? Are you vultures?”
“No, grandmother,” the three said together.
“Yet, you have chosen to act like you are. What makes you think this is acceptable?”
“It’s not acceptable,” Holden sighed.
“That’s right it’s not.” Matilda scoffed again, “Where is your nanny?”
Before the three could answer, their sister’s called out for them before she stepped around the corner. “Oh.” Elizabeth plastered a smile on her face, quickly straightening herself out, “Good morning grandmother.”
Matilda gasped and motioned her granddaughter to her. “Elizabeth! You’re a mess! What has happened to you? It’s like you’ve forgotten that you are a Wray.”
“I have not forgotten, grandmother”
“And yet you present yourself like this. This family is falling apart. Please fix yourself before coming to breakfast. We don’t need the servants thinking less of us because you decided you couldn’t be bothered to make yourself presentable.” Matilda turned back to the triplets, “And you three stand up straight for once in your lives.”
She shook her head to them all one last time before pushing open the grand oak doors to the dining room.
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