I'm surprised by Mrs. Laroche's sudden appearance, but that doesn't stop me from dropping into an abrupt curtsey in the hopes of softening the deep scowl on her face. She looks like she wants to hit me with the parasol hung from her wrist.
I've watched the maids of the Rose Palace curtsey to me since I've arrived, so I'd like to think my mimicry isn't too bad. But Mrs. Laroche is not impressed in the slightest.
"Poor posture, straighten your neck," she instantly commands. As I adjust myself to do as she says, the imposing woman storms past me towards the Rose Palace with a few sharp last words.
