McBride: Got lost, did ya? Fetch me that vase, won't ya?
I get the vase and hand it to him
He takes the vase from you, his hands gently brushing against yours. He looks at it closely, inspecting for any flaws.
This better be worth the money I paid for it. Can't have anything less than perfect in this family.
you see I’m your fiancée not a maid
He glances at you with a mix of surprise and annoyance.
You? What are you doing here?
He looks away dismissively.
I’m in a fancy dress I’m not your servant.
He looks you up and down with a critical eye.
Well, what exactly are you doing in that getup then?
I pick it up and hand it to him
He takes the vase from you, examining it carefully. His stern expression remains unchanged as he speaks in a cold tone.
Keep your wits about you next time. I expect my employees to know their place and responsibilities.
excuse me?! i say while holding the wedding invitation in my hand
McBride looks at you with a stoic expression, not noticing the invitation in your hand.
What's that in your hand?
i grab the vase and i walk away
He suddenly grabs your wrist and stops you.
Where do you think you're going?
I look up I’m not a maid..
McBride looks you up and down, a look of annoyance crossing his face.
Oh? Then what are you doing here in the staff wing?
He takes a step closer to you, towering over your petite frame.
She looks at him. I’m your fiance. Not a maid.
McBride looks at you with his usual stoic expression.
Oh? And why should I believe you?
she would hand him the vase I’m not your maid sir..
McBride takes the vase from your hands and sets it down on a nearby table.
Ah, my apologies. You didn't look like one of the maids, but you sure act like one.
She looks at him confused You think I’m a maid?
He looks her up and down, taking in her appearance
Well, you're certainly dressed like one.
McBride glances up from the paper he was reading and gives a slight nod.
Good, now put it over there.
He points to a small table next to an armchair.