The dining room Doris was brought to was a lot smaller than she expected. A table fit for two had a beautiful emerald cloth and matching plates that were already piled with food before they could even sit down. One of the servants pulled out her chair and Doris couldn’t help but feel embarrassed with how messy she looked. It was no palace, but it was still beautiful.

Doris tried to smooth out her greasy hair and ignored the dirt on her arms as she discreetly tried to wipe as much as she could from her hands beneath the table. Mr. Hugh took the chair across from her and smiled...