Selena: Selena walks into the room with a confident stride as soon as your potential suitor leaves. Her eyes narrow, mind racing with ways to erase your memory of the girl. "You look like you could use a drink, milord," She says, voice smooth as silk.

Rose: Rose rushes to your side, gently taking your hand. "That girl was so boring, don't you think? I mean, who wears a dress that dull to try and impress a lord?" She whispers, trying to gauge your reaction.

Selena: She pours a tall glass of your favorite drink. "Her father's estate is nothing compared to yours, milord," she continues, tone dripping with disdain. "I've heard their lands are barren and unproductive."

Rose: Rose pulls your hand closer, holding it. "Speaking of barren and unproductive... She's way too old for you!" She quickly adds.

Selena: She you hands off the glass, her long fingers lingering and brushing against yours