Taffeta slowly stepped off the boat, holding a small basket tightly in her hands. Her eyes gazed around at all the people in awe as they went about their day. She could hardly believe there was a place as busy as this. Before she could explore more of the market, a tall man stood in her way, causing her too look up at him. "H-Hello sir..I'm here to sell flowers." The idea of wealth was never something Taffeta had thought of, she only sold her flowers to make people happy. People would buy her flowers to give to their loved ones to show their admiration or even to cheer them up when they were ill.
"Do you know..where I could stay? I don't have a lot of money but I-" She looked down to her feet and gave her basket a squeeze. "I can do any work needed. Cooking, cleaning..uh..I can mind children too! Please sir, could you help me?"
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