<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Anne packed all my stuff for me, so only God knows what are in those suitcases Ms. Bordeaux</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Ms. Bordeaux lowered her gaze upon Mary Ellen at the petulant sigh the girl issued in response to her directive. Though she wisely complied by removing the sweater from her shoulders, it was clear this one only reluctantly followed the bidding of her elders. That would soon change.<br/><br/>"Do you always refer to your mother by her first name? It is rude and disrespectful. I'll not have that here in my home, " Ms. Bordeaux said. The girl did have enough sense to properly address herself, and so perhaps she wasn't wholly incorrigible.<br/><br/>"You are responsible for your own things now. Open them up and show me."<br/><br/>Just then another student darkened the entryway to the boutique. It was a lovely brown haired lass with enchanting green eyes. The beauty was marred only by the sullen look on her face. This one seemed even less enthused about her stay at the school.<br/><br/>"Come in. Come on, inside now. Welcome, you must be Jolene yes? I am Ms. Bordeaux as you surely have guessed. Set your suitcase here and open it, " Ms Bordeaux pointed to the divan where Mary Ellen now sat also.<br/><br/>Two lovely girls, soon to be young women. A blond and a brunette. Such delectable morsels these two would be, Marguerite mused. One more student to arrive and the afternoon 'lessons' could begin in force. Her excitement at the prospects that lie ahead did not show on her face however, which was stern and business-like as she awaited the girls compliance.