Belinda set down her fine-haired makeup brush, laid aside her shawl and dismissed the maid.  After the girl - who was actually older than she was most likely - had left, she studied the result of their labor in her vanity mirror.<br/><br/><br/>Red hair bound in a french twist behind her head, but with a few strands loose to brush across her face.  Pearl necklace about her throat, tasteful but expensive with a bracelet to match.  Pink-cheeked with no makeup, well no obvious make up, for the fresh-scrubbed look of a country gentry ingenue.  A day dress of high quality  but just the good side of out of fashion, perfect for her perceived social background.  She closed her eyes, opened them again.  The slightly detached watchfulness  replaced by innocent interest in all things around her.  "That will do nicely."  She purred as she rose and left her chambers.