Shed had a most terrible argument with mother, who bemoaned the fact that none of her daughters were married or acted like they wanted to be, angry because she thought Pearl had chosen a hoydenish life over luxury. After all the work put into raising her large brood and none of them wanted to act right. Father was more reasonable about it... "I didn't work hard all of my life so you could be in a gilded cage, I worked so you can have more choices. If you want to be a writer, so be it, but you aren't going to just write. You have to work for your home and independence." So he had granted her that... And he said he would keep Millie on his payroll until she could afford the maid on her own, which she would really soon with how much she would get paid for tutoring children.

At least, she hoped so.

So she was in her room, packing things to move and some to sell so she could buy things she needed without help... Gowns she would never really care to wear again, trinkets and jewels... Her sister decided she would have daddy buy them for her because it was a shame to waste fabric and jewels. Everything else, books, some nick knacks and such were put into crates.

She had already picked her house and it was a little gingerbread looking house not far from (though she didn't know it) Pony's sister. She was perfectly fine with it. She left her bedroom where the servants were starting to pull out her crates and her furniture to put into the cart. She would be sleeping in a guest room that night and leaving first thing.

Millie was wandering about directing people, paused to greet her and said, "Cook said she has a gift of dishes and cookware for you that she already has in the cart. She wants you to keep up your studies of cooking, so she added a small box of cookbooks too." Which was nice.

Pearl gave a nod and then escaped the chaos into the library where it was quiet and she was alone. She was holding a doll in her arms, feeling rightly emotional.