Artemis sighed. Why did Mother have to drag me along? he thought. Butler stood beside him, surveying every entrance and exit. He glared at everyone who walked by.

Artemis soon saw his mother return with an armful of clothes. She shoved Elena into a dressing room and handed her an outfit to try on.

“Now Arty,” she said, turning to her son.

“Yes, Mother?”

“This is where you and Butler come in. I want you two to tell us what you think of the outfits.”

Artemis sighed. “Of course, Mother.”

“Okay, I’m ready,” Elena said from behind the door.

“Come on out, dear,” Mrs. Fowl called....

The seguinte morning, Elena woke to find the sun shining straight into her eyes. She blinked a couple of times trying to adjust her eyes to the bright light. She stretched and slowly lowered her feet to the floor. Elena scanned the room. Her eyes stopped on the dresser. There was a note stuck to the mirror.

Elena glided over to the mirror very gracefully, her long morango blonde hair flowing behind her. She picked up the note.

Elena,

Meet me in the front room and 11 o’clock. Today I will explain what you job as the new maid will be. Don’t be late.

Mrs. Fowl

Elena glanced at the clock. It read...

After lunch the seguinte day, Elena was cleaning the main living room on the first floor. She had already cleaned everything else and had just finished polishing the old show, concerto piano. She dropped her hands in weariness. Her hands came down on some of the keys, creating an unpleasant combination of notes. Elena flinched. Then, she got an idea. She glanced around to make sure no one would be able to hear.

She sat on the piano bench and lightly placed her hand on the keys. Her fingers found the right notes automatically and she started to sing.



If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a, bed...