The blush never died down, instead it just seemed to grow more pink then red and travelled down her neck, beneath the adornment of her dress. Slowly she sat herself up right once more and brushed some flour from her hair.

“Noted for next time” she replied very sarcastically before realising her current problem. She was stuck on the floor, surrounded by the flour. There were three options. One she got up very unlady like by climbing the shelves, two she waited for him to leave and get her sister to help, or three….

“Would you mind helping me to my feet?” Alexandra said softly, looking at her hands. Could it get any worse?