For as long as she could remember, Angie had been told she was a princess, and was therefore destined to play that role. Unfortunately, somewhere along the line, someone neglected to tell her that it seemed she was also blessed with the uncanny ability of turning any situation she walked into ten times worst.
Seeing that Penelope was situated comfortably, Angie sank beside her, as to ease the discomfort. "There's really no need to apologize," she said, quickly dismissing the issue. "If anything, I should offer my sincerest apologies to you." Her own flush filled face spoke volumes. "Let's put it behind us shall we?"
Brisbois. The name sounded familiar. If she had more time, she would have spent it thinking about where exactly. I guess I'll find out soon enough "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Miss Brisbois," she said amiably as she inclined her head in acknowledgment. "You can call me Angie, nearly everyone does, and you have a simply splendid mare," she said, hopefully turning the topic to brighter issues.