[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, Ladies Room; Manchester, England
[color=E395B2][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Language -English, House, Court Ettiquette[/center][hr]

Colette was thankful the woman had managed to pull herself together somewhat, but she could tell it was merely a facade. A mask to put on that makeup did not cover. She felt for the woman. What other wouldn't? She was clearly not all right to be at this party, but be at this party she must.

Colette wouldn't ask outright, but perhaps there is a way for her to open up more? She felt obligated to stay with the woman to make sure she was all right. And then she remembered, she didn't even know the woman's name! [color=E395B2]"You are most welcome, Mademoiselle. But, I apologize for my lack of manners, I do not even know your name or that which to call you. I am Colette de la Fontaine, daughter of Count Alexandre de la Fontaine. I come from France but recently moved here on my own, somewhat."[/color] She graced her words with a curtsy in honor. 

[color=E395B2]"Surely you are not here alone, mon ami? A beautiful lady such as yourself must have an escort. Should we find him to let him know you are all right?"[/color]