Lena paused, only for a second. She ignored Faye's request and continued to pull Sasha with her to the tea table.
Faye's voice raised an octave, and her tone was terse. "I SAID STOP...AND LET GO OF HER ARM!"
This time, Lena whirled around to face Faye. Her expression was one of sheer defiance.
"Fine…" Lena released Sasha's arm, and the maid rubbed at it painfully with her hand. "Are you pleased now?" Lena asked in a condescending tone.
Faye reprimanded, "I am not—you are here to teach me lessons in etiquette, but you have yet to show you have any manners or understand proper protocols."
"Lena, you have not greeted me in the manner that is the custom here in Everton. It is actually quite an insult, to be honest." Faye smirked. "I am unsure if my husband's decision to make you my instructor was a wise one. I think I shall have a word with him when he returns."
