"Carlene!" she called out the girl. She's happy to see her wearing the face veil she made for her. Her eyes even look more gorgeous.
"Marivella!" she jumped on her and hugging her tightly.
"I could tell you like it."
"You're kidding?"
"Huh?"
Oops! This is the 18th century. Women of the future do enjoy talking in a loud voice or like no manners but normally their dialogs. In this era, girls must act gracefully, and her mama raised as a fine lady. Although her family kept a low-key profile and lived an ordinary life, they taught her like a princess. In this century, act with modesty and grace is what they called educated.
"Ahem. I love it, to be exact." Dang. She has to act demurely but it's too late already.
"Oh, well… look, isn't the peasants here? The same feather flocks together."
A group of women laughs in a low voice, covering their mouth with the fan they were carrying anywhere they go.
