
Violet
Violet's chauffer opened her door and she got out of her car, smoothing out her pants. She prissly waved the man off and told him to go park her car. She walked, well, more like strutted up to the beautiful mansion with her head held high. Violet rang the doorbell.
Adam Montiel
Adam opened the front door and smiled brightly until he saw the expression on the girl's face.
"You'd better be quicker to answer when I call, servant. Here, take my coat," she bickered and threw her coat at him. Adam raised his brow and hung her coat.
"What shall I call you, my lady?" He asked, acting as if he really was a servant.
"Madam. You may never call me Violet because that would just be too informal. Show me to my room now. And then make me a cup of hot tea with one and A HALF lumps of sugar. Stir it for two minutes and then pour a teaspoon of cream. Make it snappy," she said, somehow looking down her nose at Adam even though he was taller then her. Adam smirked and bowed.
"Yes, Madam, anything for you." And then the doorbell rang again.