Nisa stared at her brother, her hands folded neatly in front of her daintly. She had stared at herself in the mirror, working on posture and expression. She looked perfect like she was posing for a portrait.

Then she spoke, her voice small and smooth. There was no hesitation or fear as she told him the terrible news. 

"There is a mouse in the pantry. And the maid isn't cleaning right."