At Roman's office, I got the 'enter' from inside just as the mother of all yawns hit me, so as I walked inside I didn't see the other occupants until the expelling of excess carbon dioxide had completed. When I did, I froze, a hand still on the doorknob.
Roman had visitors. An older man with salt and pepper hair who looked suspiciously like an older version of Roman and a younger with bright blond that had the same unrealistically bright green eyes.
Roman was standing by his desk, looking rather put together for bright and early at the butt crack of dawn.
"Ah, just in time," he said, gesturing to me. "Lillian, I have two people here who want to meet you. Say hello to my father and younger brother."
Nobles. Nobles. Damn it, I never learned how to curtsy. Ulyssia told me you had to curtsy, but she only gave me brief lessons on how a servant should, not how a lady--wait, it was a bow, yes. Wait, I can! Yes!