[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 took the hand that was offered her for the shake. It was not her usual greeting, but she merely chalked it up to the woman's upbringing and perhaps it was how the English did things now. Either way, it was nice to put a name to a face. As she made her way to step out of the room, Colette took note of the woman's expression. It was not one of joy at remembering her love. It was not anxiousness to be with him in the same room. If anything, it was the same expression she once held when she would be with her suitor. The feeling of wanting to be anywhere else, but making a show for others involved.

Damn the social rules! She wished to take the woman back, to ask her what was wrong and why she was behaving in a weird manner. Her words were correct, but her expression was not. Still, she was a stranger in their country and it was not wise to step on toes. Still, Colette was curious. [color=E395B2]"Ah, no Mademoiselle Wyndham. I have no gentleman caller here with me. I am alone here. Worry not about me, though. Come, let us go find your escort."[/color] Colette was now more determined than ever to meet this man.