This is a little scene with Pamela Essex, one of the villains in the story.

Pamela Essex thought she was the hottest thing in town. She had to be seeing as all the men of the village would turn their heads whenever she was around. Even married men with their wives walking next to them would look upon her with lust in their eyes, but they all knew she belonged to Judge Oakley, not that she loved him. Pamela wanted power and wealth more than anything else and love had never been part of the equation.

She approached the Bordon estate with confidence. She had her head held high, not caring about the whispers and stares given to her as she drove her carriage down the village's dirt streets.

She stopped her carriage close to the house and climbed down. One of the servants, a young peasant girl that Pamela considered to be homely with her tanned skin from overexposure to the sun and her stringy dishwasher blonde her pushed back in a loose braid on the back of her head. She wore a simple tan dress with a white full apron. The straps went over her shoulders and tied at the waist. She wore simple black boots that were designed more for work than beauty.

"May I help you, ma'am?" she asked in her polite but mousy voice.

"I'm here to see Ethan Bordon," Pamela said.

"He's out in the gardens," she said. "May I say who's calling?"

"Miss Essex," Pamela said as she took a seat on the long porch.

"I'll tell him you're here. Would you like a glass of lemonade while you wait?"

"Yes, thank you," she said not even looking at the girl. As far as Pamela was concerned servants didn't exist, more than anything they were merely tools to be used then discarded when they are no longer needed.

To Be Continued...