[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] The de La Fontaine Family Home, Manchester
[color=E395B2][b]Skills:[/b][/color] None at this time[/center][hr]

Finally.

Colette stepped out of the carriage carefully. She didn't want her first step into her own adventure to be her falling. It took a bit to get this far. Her father was not an easy man to persuade (which made him good at his job, she supposed). However, after much persistence on her part, she made it to Manchester.

Despite recent events, Colette felt this was the best place for her. Not only was she among her own set, but the country provided a wealth of the unknown. There was only one slight setback.

"Je déteste ces choses..."

The portly woman stepped out shortly after Colette. [url=https://guideimg.alibaba.com/images/shop/2017/01/12/7/photographic-print-of-portly-woman-adds-beans_30091707.jpeg]Ida[/url] had been in her family for years. Some of her fondest childhood memories were with Ida in them. Ida may be complaining now, but Colette was confident Ida's thoughts were first and foremost about her safety. Ida was no weak old maid, she had seen much of the world in her time and was a trusted member of her family. Often times, Colette and her brother would sneak out of her watchful gaze to explore. Ida often let it known that she knew they would sneak off, but she never told her parents. For that, Colette knew Ida could be trusted.

However, Colette also wanted to do this on her own. If she had to have someone watching over her, it was better to have Ida along than some of the other stodgy staff that was left back at home.

[color=E395B2]"Ida, please. We are in England. We should be speaking more English."[/color] Ida scoffed, "Anglais? Bah, le français est la seule langue que je souhaite parler." Colette shook her head, but a slight smile crossed her lips. Ida shuffled over as the driver started taking her bags out to bring inside. Colette looked over at the house. It wasn't as big as she pictured, but then again the last time she was here was as a little girl, so everything was bigger then. It would do.

She could see the movement inside as the staff was still preparing for her arrival. [color=E395B2]"Ida, you can go inside and get set up. I'd like to be out here a bit longer."[/color] Ida looked as if she was about to protest, but she stepped back as if acknowledging it would be a bad idea. She curtsied and picked up her own bags and made way for the inside.

Colette wanted a moment to gather her thoughts. She was in a somewhat unknown place and was left to her own devices (though she was sure her father had more people here than just Ida to keep an eye on her). Either way, she wanted to write a letter to Leon as quickly as possible.

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Setting up at home wasn't as hard as she imagined. The staff made things go a lot quicker. Especially Ida, who went after anyone she came in contact with. She was truly a force to be reckoned with.

Colette hadn't been there for more than a day when the letter arrived. An invitation, of all things. Recent events led her to believe that not much would be done. And then she remembered she was dealing with members of the upper crust. What better way to get over the attack than to throw a party. To show that life moved on.

Either way, Colette was excited to attend. This was her first "adventure" after leaving home and she was going at it alone. She wore her best light blue [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/b6/ee/75/b6ee754b370b8833df2191a253aeb4aa.jpg]dress[/url] with white design. She tied her hair up with a light blue ribbon. She took along the necessary precautions one needed for such an event, especially one after that attack.

The carriage ride was uneventful, save for the fact she was alone inside. Ida wanted to come along, but Colette managed to convince her to stay home. She wasn't too far away and Colette could handle herself should things get crazy. She was sure that if her father's spies weren't keeping watch, Ida had a few of her own.

The carriage stopped outside of a brilliant looking house. She was so used to the homes back in France, she barely had time to admire the English architecture style. The driver got off and opened the door for her and helped her step down. She nodded her approval and sent him on his way.

Colette walked towards the house. She wasn't sure if the eyes of the others were on her just yet, but one never showed weakness. She made her way across and to the door. She told whom she assumed was the help [color=E395B2]"Colette de La Fontaine."[/color] After, she stepped inside to greet the party head on.

[hider=Translations]

"Je déteste ces choses..." = I hate these things....

"Anglais? Bah, le français est la seule langue que je souhaite parler." = English? Bah, French is the only language I wish to speak[/hider]