Grell's POV:
I ran towards the servant's quarters. Freddy was standing outside of the room, writing something on a sheet of paper.
"Hey, Freddy was it?"
"Yeah what's up?" He asked.
"Y/N said to tell this to all of you, she wants you to call her by N/N or Y/N instead of Lady or Mistress."
"Oh, well that's an odd order. I'll be sure to tell everyone." He replied.
"Thanks!" I said and ran back up to my room.
~~~~Back in Grell's room~~~~
I ran through the doorway and jumped on my bed. I sat for a while looking around the room.
"Why did I take this job?" I asked myself.
I sat for a while, adjusting positions as I sat still on the bed, hugging my pillow.
"She was adorable in her little red dress." I muttered under my breath.

Your POV:
I finally finished my new design for a new dress. So I went up to Grell's room to check on him. I knocked on the door and waited.
I heard footsteps walking towards the door. Then it opened.
"Oh hey, Y/N come in."
"No I just wanted you opinion on this." I said and held up the drawing.
"It looks nice!" He said.
"Well I guess, but you wouldn't know what a good dress looked like. You're a guy." I responded.
"Oh I beg to differ." He said.
"Huh?"
"I've had to wear dresses many times for certain things."
"Like what?" I asked.
"Like plays. I guess."
"What do you mean you guess?" I questioned.
"Just forget it. Your design looks nice."
"Thanks Grell." I said and walked away.