[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 graciously accepted the woman's words. She, too, hoped her time in England would be pleasant. She was not aware of what she expected to happen here, but she hoped she would find things to occupy her time. [color=E395B2]"I thank you, mademoiselle."[/color] Before she could finish her words, a brief flash on Millicent's face told her all she needed to know. She looked to the door to see a man enter.

It appeared Lord Rutherford had arrived. He was handsome, Colette gave him that. As the two spoke without acknowledging her, it gave Colette a strong sense of....what was the word? Unease? Unrest? Perhaps both worked in this case. It might have been Colette's hopefulness of finding love herself, but the interactions between the two of them did not showcase love as she expected it. Millicent's words about the man may have sounded like it, but her face denied such things.

Colette let her hand be kissed, if for no other reason than proper protocol. She returned with a curtsy, [color=E395B2]"A pleasure to meet you, Monsieur Rutherford. I have heard very little about you. Are you enjoying yourself at this party?"[/color] Colette made sure to pay special attention to the man's face, especially with regards to Millicent. He had charm. He had that air about him. She would give him the benefit of the doubt. For now.