[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 listened as the woman talked, however briefly, about her companion. He had a nice smile? And a way about him? Was this how the English spoke? Perhaps it was a common phrase she was not accustomed to. What of his intellect? His charm? His kindness? Surely those were all things Millicent would mention of Lord Rutherford? Especially when a stranger asked. Now Colette was even more ready to meet this man.

Which was why she was confused Millicent led them into the library. She enjoyed a good book herself. And was strongly for women being educated. However, surely Lord Rutherford would be somewhere else entirely? Entertaining other Lords and Ladies. Still, Colette bit her tongue. [color=E395B2]"I am here on my own, though I am not truly alone if I have my ever watchful maid with me. Courtesy of my father, of course. He would not let me go alone. I am here to....escape? I believe this is the correct term. I am engaged to a man that I..."[/color] Colette stopped. She wondered if she should continue. Was it right of her to complain of her fiance? Surely it was so. Other women around here were surely in her predicament. Plus, he was far away from her. [color=E395B2]"I do not love him. He is rude and puts me down far too often. It was an arrangement politique. I am happy to be away from him."[/color]

Colette watched around her. Just in case. One could never be too careful about who was listening to one's conversation. Millicent was easy to talk to, even if the girl seemed guarded.