Selene saunters through the foyer with Carol in tow behind her. Her stomach feels queasy as she takes each step towards the garden where the Marchioness is waiting. She already changed into an ankle-length dress made of soft golden tulle. It has a demure scoop neckline with sheer butterfly sleeves. The dress also has intricately embroidered flowers and crawling vines that set their scheduled garden tea-party mood.
Feeling grateful that she's only wearing mid-heel pumps with a pair of white-lace stockings, she speeds up her pace only to be stopped by Carol's hand.
"My Lady, you shouldn't run," Carol chided lightly. If Selene only looks like a proper twenty-nine-year-old adult, they will undoubtedly resemble in terms of height, and she wouldn't have to crane her neck while looking at her. As of now, she definitely looks like a fourteen-year-old brat with the mind of an adult.
