The court maid winked at Susan, quickly straightened her dress, and smoothed her breathing.
Susan hurriedly followed to do the same.
Then the court maid straightened her face and respectfully knocked on the room's door.
"Come in."
A slightly stern female voice came from behind the door. Susan hurriedly pulled herself together and focused on the lady.
The maid gently pushed open the door of the room.
Susan saw the legendary lady-in-waiting of the Queen.
It was a middle-aged noblewoman in her forties, with slightly slim cheeks and cool brown eyes. She had long, soft chestnut hair, but it was meticulously coiffed. She was wearing a walnut-colored high-necked dress, with no shawl or collar ornament except for a bit of decoration on the shoulders. She looked capable and calm, and also, it was impossible to underestimate her.
Lady Weber stopped the quill in her hand and looked at the two girls outside the door.
Contacting that shrewd and sharp gaze, Susan hastily lowered her eyes.
