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"Your daughter looks particularly lovely today."
Contessa stands in the doorway to the tea room, trying not to look stiff as she watches her mother sitting prim and proper with a friend across the little table. A neatly rolled scroll is clutched in one hand. It details the price and timeframe of completion of several expensive gowns requested by her mother for an upcoming event.
"Yes, well... It's the least she can do until she... Finds her purpose in life." Her mother sighs as always. It's become a familiar sound for something between forced pleasantries and disappointment. Her vulpine snout curves into a small, forced smile before she lifts her porcelain tea cup to hide it.
"Mmm." The visitor feigns a smile, letting out that insincere sympathetic hum that had become second nature to most nobility. It's an easy way to ease through awkward situations that one would rather not have a word in.
Contessa has to refrain from frowning fully. She feels her heart starting to beat a little faster. Every sound from the tea setup feels far too loud, drowning out the idle buzz of conversation between the two women.
What had she come for again? She narrows her eyes, adopting an even more angular expression. One that's easily mistaken for irritation far too often. "M..." Contessa has to stop herself and clear her throat first, halting the conversation between the two women. "Excuse me, the boutique delivered the estimates for you."
"Ah, is that all? Let me see it then." She holds out a hand, and Contessa steps closer to place the scroll into her hand. Her mother tucks the paper away into waving a dismissive hand now. "Thank you, now off with you. You should have a fundamental course on the subject of leylines."
She should be used to being shooed off by now. Her mother is well aware of her schedule and assures she stays true to it, lest she slip up and fall even deeper into that dreadful chasm of failure. But even so watching her mother enjoy tea so liberally makes her rather jealous. She knows all too well she can't afford such luxuries. Her parents had made that very clear when she came of age. It's either go out into the world on her own, or attempt to live up to the family name. The former option is a tad too scary for someone born with a silver spoon in their mouth.
So instead Contessa curtsies, taking her leave after a simple few words of agreement.
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