"Good morning, my lady. I am Sharon, from the family of Viscount Baston." said the elder lady with a smile on her face. However, her eyes were fixed on Mary as the viscountess stared at her from head to toe.
"And I am Count Bellua's wife. My name is Susan." Both of them did not bow their heads, not even the customary one. They looked straight into her eyes.
"As you know, we are here to teach you about noble society customs and etiquette. I hope you will cooperate with us." They smiled but it was full of scorns but Mary was sitting on the sofa with her legs folded and her eyes droopy as if she did not care more about them.
"Sure!" The curt response left the women fume.
"Then.. shall we start?" asked Susan in a sharp tone. She could not wait to teach this lazy tramp a lesson.
"Sure. Go Ahead." Mary opened her eyes lazily and stared at them, challenging them. For a second, they were unsure but realizing that the woman knew nothing, they felt better again.