Charlotte pushed the front doors to the building open just a crack, and peeped in. This place called the Teahouse... Her brother Charles had merely given her the name card and sent her off in the carriage alone... There'd be a surprise waiting for her here, he said, but all Charlotte could see was a young man with platinum blonde with a huge piece of canvas tucked under his arm. Catherine wondered if this was an art house, and if so, how did Charles get the idea that a trip to an art house would be a fitting 17th birthday present.<br/><br/>"I'll be back in the morning for ye, young mistress," the carriage driver said with a wide grin and a tip of his hat to Charlotte. Before the young mistress could say a word, the driver had snapped the reigns of his carriage to coax the horses into a steady trot. There was nothing for it now, Little Lotte would have to inquire at this establishment for assistance.<br/><br/>Opening the door wider, she stepped inside quickly. The man with the canvas was striding purposefully across the hall and Charlotte didn't want to miss him. "Umm, excuse me..." she called out, trying to hurry forward. As it were, her clumsiness always got the better of her at important moments, just like now. In her haste, she had not lifted her skirt high enough, and stepping on the hem of her new chocolate gown, she crashed onto the floor... Her cheeks flushed as scarlet as her hair even as she grimaced with pain... "Owwwww..." she whimpered, struggling to stand again and recover her smashed dignity.