It’s a very modern world, but nobody’s perfect
«Perfecta paid them a visit as soon as the rain let up, which was perfectly Perfecta of her. She would not want to ruin her pretty satin slippers or get mud on the hem of her silk dress.
“Say hello to your new Mistress of Pleasantries” she chirped, sauntering through the corridors. “Master Pepper will be retiring soon, I hear. Your mother wants someone young and fresh to handle foreign relations, and as a former sitting member of the Queen’s Ten I feel I should be a prime choice.”…»