Lady Persephone stood taller between Grace and Allegra in front of the largest, most decorated double doors Arabella had yet to come across in that manor. Well, aside from those majestic library doors, that was.
As thick as they seemed, the cacophony they contained still managed to reach beyond and haunt the hallways all around.
The closer Arabella drew towards the Lady, the more she averted her gaze away from hers, unable to withstand its weight.
"Forgive us, my Lady. We made you wait for us,"
Katherine had spoken as both women curtsied before Persephone.
"Never mind that," said the Lady who then turned to eye Arabella from head to toe, "It really does suit you well," she, sort of, sighed, "Not that I doubted my son's vision, of course,"
"Thank you, My Lady," Arabela gave a slight bow as she muttered.
"Let us stand in position then,"
