A bit shocked, Theora followed her cousins inside. There was a vestibule for thicker coats to be hung on, a spot for umbrellas, and a bench large enough for two people against the wall. As soon as they walked in, an older lady in a brown dress with an apron came to meet them, taking her aunt's hat off her hands.
"Welcome back, Madam, Misses," she politely greeted them.
"Theora," Gevenia said. "This is our maid, Madam Herise."
"Nice to meet you," Theora politely greeted the older lady.
"My pleasure, Miss Theora," the kind older lady, who seemed to be in her late fifties or early sixties, greeted her. "Welcome to the Capital and please, feel free to ask me anything."
"We will have lunch in an hour," Gevenia said. "Theora needs to settle in her room first, and she might need to refres
