I D A L I A
human, charm school instructor & socialite
The positioning of the cutlery and the order of it all was exactly as it should have been and Idalia saw her own reflection in the mirror along the dining room wall. She was dressed in an evening gown, more formal than what she imagined would be worn while at the school, but by dolling herself up, she was reminded of when she was a young girl in Zaichaer, in the very clutches of fine dining and etiquette. Idalia nodded and poured a glass of red wine, a deeper burgundy than the lipstick she wore, watching her own reflection in the mirror while thunder cracked outside and the sound of rain and sea echoed throughout the seaside safe haven.
"What are table manners?" her voice was a soft whisper as she turned her heavy gaze to the empty table, at the fine centerpiece of fresh cut flowers, circling the room like a thoughtful ghost. Candlelight flickered from the candelabras on the wall and she spoke clearly, imagining the tapestry laid pillows, replaced by real company, minds that she would mold and influence, "These are the actions and behavior at the dining table,
"What are table manners?" her voice was a soft whisper as she turned her heavy gaze to the empty table, at the fine centerpiece of fresh cut flowers, circling the room like a thoughtful ghost. Candlelight flickered from the candelabras on the wall and she spoke clearly, imagining the tapestry laid pillows, replaced by real company, minds that she would mold and influence, "These are the actions and behavior at the dining table,