"What an honor to meet you here, Lady Joanna." A voice broke the tranquil air, making Joanna lift her head, breaking her gaze away from the water that flowed to rinse the foam of soap in her hands. A beautiful and alluring figure in a maroon dress with exposed shoulders and deep cleavage was reflected through the mirror that was placed in front of her.
"An honor to meet you here too, Lady Clara," replied Joanna with a small smile, calmly keeping on washing her hands before bringing her gaze back to the flowing water that rinsed her hands.
"Do you have anything to say to me since we are meeting here now?" Lady Clara inquired, closing the door of the powder room before leaning against the wall on her side with her hands folded over her chest.
"Do you have anything to expect from me to talk to you here now?" responded Joanna, still looking at Clara de Lorn through the mirror while wiping her wet hands with the handkerchief that she took out of her pocket dress.
