I'll Do It Myself

Lucille threw off her quilt and got up when a servant knocked on the door and came in to help her dress and wash up. Lucille frowned slightly. She disliked anyone touching or taking care of her, especially when it came to clothing herself. She refused, "You can go. I'll do it myself." The servants exchanged glances, remembering Frank's instructions. They immediately withdrew, saying with the utmost respect, "Okay, Miss Jules. If you need some help, just call us." Lucille did not respond. Once all the servants had left, Lucille entered the bathroom to wash up. As Lucille looked into the mirror, she lifted her clothes and inspected her wounds. The whip wounds had been treated but still hurt when touched. The gunshot wound was still tightly bandaged since it was not yet time for a change of dressing, so Lucille did not bother to remove it. Once she was done washing up, Lucille was about to change her clothes. When she opened the wardrobe, she was inevitably surprised. In the huge closet w