Your Stutter

When Ophelia woke up the next morning, all alone in her bed, with the same red dress, she didn't feel anything different. Instead, Ophelia went about her day as normal, not once flinching at the sight of the coldness on the mattress. When Janette greeted her first thing in the morning, Ophelia behaved with an aloofness that puzzled the young woman.

"Is your appearance to your liking, my lady?" Janette gently asked whilst stepping back to allow the quiet Ophelia to admire the work.

Ophelia barely glanced at the vanity before rising to her feet with a curt nod. She hadn't said anything the whole time because what was the point? Janette always did her job perfectly. There was nothing to compliment when it was the same expertise work.

"Oh, my lady, look there's Nyx!" Janette chirped when the black animal sauntered through the cracks of the door. She bent and lifted the energetic pet who immediately wagged his tail at the sight of them.