[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=E395B2]Colette de La Fontaine[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/RWOU4JY.png[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=E395B2][b]Location:[/b][/color] Heaton Hall, Garden -> Heaton Hall, Ladies Room; Manchester, England
[color=E395B2][b]Skills:[/b][/color] None at this time[/center][hr]

Colette felt secure despite being alone at this party. It was a feeling she hadn't felt often while at home. As much as she loved her parents, their watchful eye on her every activity often grew tiresome. She longed for times when she could independently study or train without having them bother her. Of course, she was never truly alone. If Ida wasn't watching her, she knew her father had someone close by.

Given the recent attack here, she found it hard to argue against it, but at the same time why was she trained in combat if she wasn't supposed to use it? She didn't want to seek out a fight, but she would never shy away from one. Much like her brother, she didn't back down from confrontation.

She finished her flute of champagne before checking herself. She could use a powder and her shoes were getting a bit tiresome to walk in. As she walked inside, she thought of the many other things she was aching to do. She wanted to tour the town, but she was sure Ida would be against it and Ida would not let her leave without some escort. She would have to think of a clever way around that. Of course, she had her disguise, but she wanted to save that for a different day. Colette actually wanted to tour the town as a member of the upper class. One was usually treated differently.

Colette stepped inside and noted the attendant on duty. The smell was inviting. She saw a few others inside. She made her way over to touch up her make-up and help herself to a sweet. After this, she really should practice some English and hold a conversation with someone.