It was a beautiful morning and nothing was wrong. I woke up with a cool breeze come across my face. I stepped out of my white linen covers and opened my window to my right. I could smell the morning dew and and see the soft snow falling lightly on the ground. There was a graceful, quiet, beautiful deer delicately cleaning its fawn. My mother, princess Maria, came into my room to tell me to get ready for tea with my grandmother. I stepped into my closet to pull out the white dress I got just last weekend. Beautiful dress, lace sleeves, silk bodice, and a full skirt that went to my ankles. My matching hair band was right as I left it last night, on my dresser. I slipped on my black Mary Janes and headed downstairs to the fouet to meet my mother. We saw the house car pull up and met My Grandmother, Iris, at high tea. I sat down at the lavender table, named after us, and ordered a jasmine green tea. When I saw Iris walk in, I sat up as proper as I could and lifted my shoulders as my teachers taught me in debutant class. She sat down with her legs crossed and let her guard down, more than I have ever seen her. She took a sip of tea first, of course, to start the session. Suddenly, as if nothing at all, she fell. Her royal guards all surrounding her. For the first time, I saw my mother break a sweat. Almost like a tear, it rolled down her face, a warm drip. Each drop was greater than the one previously. I could see my grandmothers beautiful skin wrinkle with dismay. Then sirens. Her rosy dress that once consumed her was now getting carried onto a stretcher. Onto the hospital we went with richard, our driver. As we drove I saw the rain roll down my window colored by the flashing street lights ahead. Snow still filled the streets but now dirt and mud was compounded in it. The rain now turning into ice, filling the streets like a hockey rink. Magnificent the day once seemed, but now, no more. The car then skidded into the hospital car park even though we have studded tires. I walked in. My white dress seemed not as white as it was this morning. The bottom was saturated with filthy water since walking in the streets. My Mary Janes now drenched. I didn't care though. My grandmother was somewhere. I walked down the hall on the tiled floor with my shoes screeching like my mind. We took the elevator up to the VIP wing of the hospital. I saw her face, beautiful through pain. My body went through the door frame and I ended up right next to her heart monitor. Each beat, thud, thud, thud. Until I could hear them no longer. My mind raced almost as fast as my heart. I didn't want to look at the screen but I had to. One. Straight. Line. Was all I saw.