Before I knew what I was doing, the loose twigs from the hedge tugged at my dress as I crawled underneath it to freedom. The hole originally looked so small, but I've fit inside it with no problem. My little head emerges, then my shoulders, and soon I've completely emerged from my gilded prison.
No one sees me leave, except for one girl. A young scullery maid who mostly worked in the kitchens had by chance glimpsed my daring escape. Only two years my senior, Emma had been shirking her duties of peeling the potatoes for a breath of fresh air and now she was filled with indecision as she wondered whether or not to run after me or inform someone.
