Alexandra has been out in the garden picking flowers to dry for the season. It got her out of the house and away from the witch who was determined more then ever to make her behave. Flower drying was a lady like enough activity to keep the woman at bay. She had paid little mind to the maid as they approached, until her father’s summons reached her ears. Alex sighed deeply but stood and made her way to his office, basket of flowers in hand and her gloves taken off to rest on the edge of the basket. She did not bother fixing her dress or her hair, if he was mad, then neat clothes would not calm him. She knocked on the door and waited.