Well, let me give you a few rules written in the book Gertrude handed me. These are just some of the rules I've written down and have to instill in myself. By my conscience.
1) Smiling is the habit of a royal family member (I already told you I like to give my angelic smile a lot, so this doesn't count, right?)
2) It is not allowed to argue with older people (well, I'm picky anyway)
3) For women, sit with legs crossed and back straight (this is not me, I prefer to sit with legs raised on the table)
4) Attend every important meeting, including regular tea meeting or charity activities (bless me)
5) Don't wear pants with holes (they don't know what fashion means)
6) Say thank you and sorry according to the conditions (in my life dictionary, there is no thank you and sorry)
7) No spitting in public (okay…)
8) Every time you meet a relative, you have to give a warm hug (if you mean a relatively handsome guy like Marcel, I'm willing to hug him for a full twenty-four hours)
9) Speak politely (not bad)
10) Fluent in at least eight International languages (animal language included or not?)
I was just rereading rule number ten until someone's voice startled me. One of my personal maids, Donna, bowed her head respectfully before saying,
"Dinner time, Miss."
I nodded. I closed the etiquette book in front of me and coded for Donna to get out of my sight. Bowing respectfully, she waved away from me, leaving me still sitting on the swing of the yard. Instead of making Jackie get high blood pressure, I'd better go straight to the table and eat dinner. I'll admit, all the dishes cooked by the mansion's chef were delicious. Super delicious. Like the mayonnaise dressing on a salad that melts on my tongue. Or dessert in the form of tiramisu with melted sweet chocolate…
Yes, at least in this place there is still a bit of heaven. I wouldn't want to live in this place if I didn't have delicious food.
The dinner table was already occupied by Dad and Jackie, with a variety of food served to leave a delicious aroma in the air. Immediately, I took a seat, then started my dinner ritual. Before eating, I don't forget to pray, as Mom taught me.