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CHARLOTTE : Miss Amelia, welcome.
MIA :
Hi.
CHARLOTTE :
Straight ahead to your left.
Her Majesty is ready for you in the library.
CLARISSE : Charlotte, take notes, will you?
Amelia, circle slowly so I can evaluate the
work to be done. Amelia! Does your bad
posture affect your hearing? Turn.
MIA :
Oh, sorry.
CLARISSE : No, no, no. Slowly, turn. Slowly.
Thank you. Well, carriage, obviously.
Hairstyle. Complexion... Stop!
Eyes...lovely...but hidden beneath bushman
eyebrows. The neck is seemly. Ears... like
her father.
MIA :
Really? They are?
CLARISSE : Oh, my! Who has nails like these?
MIA :
Everybody.
CLARISSE : Tomorrow I would like to see clean
fingers. And you will wear stockings. Not tights,
not socks. And I never want to see those
shoes again. When walking in a crowd, one is
under scrutiny
all the time. So we don't
slump,
like this. We
drop the shoulders, we
think tall,
we tuck under
and transfer the weight from one foot to--
No. Princesses never
cross their legs
in public. Why don't you just tuck one ankle
behind the other and place the hands
gracefully on the knees.
MIA : Aah!
CLARISSE : Charlotte, I think it's time for
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