I write in Omniscient, third person...
Have I violated POV in this scene even for this style of writing?
Kathleen knocked softly on the massive, carved door to Ann’s apartments.
A pasty faced, maid answered the knock. “It is her, Madam,” she whispered to someone Kathleen could not see.
“Let her come.”
Swinging open the door, the maid looked the new girl up and down with a look of disgust.
Kathleen stepped, hesitantly, into the perfumed world of the Lady of the house and looked around, awed with the luxury of the room. Never, had she seen such riches.
When her eyes fell on Ann, who sat at her morning desk making a guest list for the ball she and Lucas were hosting to honor Luke’s birthday, she thought she must be the most beautiful woman in the world. The luster of the pearls in her dark hair and around her neck seem to be an extension of her pale white skin and the gems on her fingers sparkled red and green in the morning sun coming through the window.
Kathleen shifted from foot to foot waiting for Ann to acknowledge her presence.
“Wilma, take this list to Lindsey and have her sent out the invitations immediately,’ Ann said, laying down her plumed pen.
“Yes, my Lady.” Wilma said taking the list and scurrying out of the room like a frightened mouse.
Turning to look at the young girl, Ann breathed a sigh of relief. The girl was not what she expected and looked every bit a peasant in her homespun dress and rough shoes. She appeared lean and strong, but with her head bowed in respect, Ann could not see her face.
“Look at me, girl!”
Kathleen lifted her eyes to meet those of the mistress of the house.
Ann was not pleased with the innocent young face of the new arrival. Her freshly scrubbed skin was flawless, her eyes, a brilliant blue.
“Your name?”
“Kathleen, my Lady.”
“How long have you known my husband?”
“I have never met his Lordship.”
“You have never met Lord Von Batten? Strange, that he should bring you into service in my home.”
“I was also surprised by the summons, my Lady.” Kathleen smiled at the older woman. “You have a beautiful home.”
“Yes, yes, and I assume that you know what a great honor it is to serve in my house.”
“Yes, my Lady.”
“Very well, we will try you. You will take all your orders from Lindsey. She has complete charge of all the household chores.”
“Yes, my Lady.”
“You are dismissed.”
Kathleen turned to leave the room, but stopped at the sound of her mistress’ voice.
“Before you go, know this, I will have my eye on you. See that you behave decently.”
Kathleen looked puzzled, but did not answer.
Ann moved to her dressing table and sat down. Looking into the mirror, she sighed at the sight of her aging skin.
Have I violated POV in this scene even for this style of writing?
Kathleen knocked softly on the massive, carved door to Ann’s apartments.
A pasty faced, maid answered the knock. “It is her, Madam,” she whispered to someone Kathleen could not see.
“Let her come.”
Swinging open the door, the maid looked the new girl up and down with a look of disgust.
Kathleen stepped, hesitantly, into the perfumed world of the Lady of the house and looked around, awed with the luxury of the room. Never, had she seen such riches.
When her eyes fell on Ann, who sat at her morning desk making a guest list for the ball she and Lucas were hosting to honor Luke’s birthday, she thought she must be the most beautiful woman in the world. The luster of the pearls in her dark hair and around her neck seem to be an extension of her pale white skin and the gems on her fingers sparkled red and green in the morning sun coming through the window.
Kathleen shifted from foot to foot waiting for Ann to acknowledge her presence.
“Wilma, take this list to Lindsey and have her sent out the invitations immediately,’ Ann said, laying down her plumed pen.
“Yes, my Lady.” Wilma said taking the list and scurrying out of the room like a frightened mouse.
Turning to look at the young girl, Ann breathed a sigh of relief. The girl was not what she expected and looked every bit a peasant in her homespun dress and rough shoes. She appeared lean and strong, but with her head bowed in respect, Ann could not see her face.
“Look at me, girl!”
Kathleen lifted her eyes to meet those of the mistress of the house.
Ann was not pleased with the innocent young face of the new arrival. Her freshly scrubbed skin was flawless, her eyes, a brilliant blue.
“Your name?”
“Kathleen, my Lady.”
“How long have you known my husband?”
“I have never met his Lordship.”
“You have never met Lord Von Batten? Strange, that he should bring you into service in my home.”
“I was also surprised by the summons, my Lady.” Kathleen smiled at the older woman. “You have a beautiful home.”
“Yes, yes, and I assume that you know what a great honor it is to serve in my house.”
“Yes, my Lady.”
“Very well, we will try you. You will take all your orders from Lindsey. She has complete charge of all the household chores.”
“Yes, my Lady.”
“You are dismissed.”
Kathleen turned to leave the room, but stopped at the sound of her mistress’ voice.
“Before you go, know this, I will have my eye on you. See that you behave decently.”
Kathleen looked puzzled, but did not answer.
Ann moved to her dressing table and sat down. Looking into the mirror, she sighed at the sight of her aging skin.
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