[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=E395B2]Colette de La Fontaine[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media2.giphy.com/media/alJBIiG3D5EZO/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=E395B2][b]Location:[/b][/color] Kirkpatrick House
[color=E395B2][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Language -English[/center][hr]

Though the cab rustled about, Colette kept her composure. She had traveled via carriage before many a time and the roads were not always well kept in places. She was sued to the rough riding. Horse riding got you used to such travel too. She managed to hold herself in her seat so as not to wind up on Maeve’s lap, which would be an awkward conversation to have with someone she had only just met.

Her mind wandered to her fiancé, if she could still call him that. She hoped whatever that woman intended to do, she did so quickly and without having it come back at her. She closed her eyes, picturing the man again and it sent a small shiver down her spine. If Lord Rutherford was half the man her fiancé was, then Millicent needed to get out of there as soon as possible. Perhaps if Colette shared her own tail it would make for some courage or a fighting change against the man. Either way, Colette would see this through.

She came back to the current and nodded her understanding at Maeve’s comment. She had only just met Lady Kirkpatrick, but she could tell by just a few words that the woman was formidable. [color=E395B2]”Indeed. She seems quite capable of herself. If you do not mind me asking, how did you come to work for her?”[/color] She hoped the question was not too forward, but really what else was there to talk about?