[u][center][h3]Marianne's Seven [s]Deadly[/s] Lovely Maids[/h3][/center][/u]

As soon as the door opened, each and every one of the maids froze. Peering up at the towering man who was supposedly Sir Garrett with mouths slightly agape in shock and awe. Never before had any of them seen a man of Sir Garrett's size. In fact, no such man was ever seen by [i]anyone[/i] in the countryside where the Delacroix family called their home. Each of the maids seemed to take a step back and shrink down a little, clearly intimidated by his stature.

The senior maid was the only one who had the courage to speak first.
Clearing her throat, [b]"A..ah. You must be Sir Garrett."[/b]
She bowed her head and curtsied to him.
[b]"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sir Garrett. We are Lady Marianne's maids, servants of the noble Delacroix family."[/b]
She swallowed dryly before continuing.
[b]"Our Lady sent us for you. She formally requests that you join her for dinner, S-sir Garrett."[/b]

Once she had spoken, the rest of them found the bravery to whisper to one another.
[b]"[i]That's[/i] Sir Garrett?"[/b]
[b]"Oh, my word.."[/b]
[b]"He's so tall and..."[/b]
[b]"Apparently he has no shame, daring to stand in front of ladies in naught but a towel. Hmph."[/b]
[b]"What does he [i]eat[/i]?"[/b]
[b]"Large boar and oxen, it seems."[/b]
[b]"Maybe Lady Marianne spoke of his name out of fear?"[/b]
[b]"Nonsense!"[/b]
[b]"Do you think that maybe she..."[/b]
[b]"Absolutely not! Not a brutish and crude man like him!"[/b]
[b]"Careful! If he hears you, he's liable to crush us under his thumb."[/b]
[b]"I wonder where he calls home..."[/b]
[b]"Do you think he has any brothers?"[/b]

Loudly clearing her throat, the senior maid stomped her heel on the ground and silenced the others. They weren't exactly quiet with their 'whispers' and she feared the worst if Sir Garrett overheard them and took offense. Continuing, the senior maid clarified a little more.
[b]"Sir Garrett, Lady Marianne wishes to thank you for your actions out in the field. Need we relay to her your polite refusal or cordial acceptance?"[/b] She offered him a meek smile as she deduced a vague reasoning as to why Lady Marianne exactly wanted to invite him to dinner. She could only hope she guessed correctly.

The other maids couldn't help themselves, physically incapable of remaining silent for any length of period of time.
[b]"I wouldn't mind him crushing me.."[/b]
The maid that said that was sharply smacked for her comment.
[b]"His arms look like tree trunks!"[/b]
[b]"He's probably very strong.."[/b]
[b]"Nothing like the Delacroix men back home, am I right girls?"[/b]
[b]"Agreed."[/b]
[b]"Shh! Or he'll hear you!"[/b]
The senior maid wanted them all to flee as soon as she could, again loudly clearing her throat to quiet them for a few moments. She could feel her body slowly heating up, face burning. Some of them were thankful they wore silver domino masks that concealed their identities. For whatever reason they thought that.