Oh, goodness, Ms Salas really did look as exotic as her name! Before her, Hattie felt very, very plain and ordinary, even dressed as she was in her best daytime dress - a soft blue-grey to match her eyes, with trimmings of white lace - and with her hair neatly up with just a few curls escaping to frame her face.
She turned towards the door as Delphina entered, fought the urge to wipe her hands nervously on her skirt, then saw Delphina's grin - and relaxed.
"I am!" she said excitedly, coming forwards quickly to offer her hand. "And you must be Ms Salas!"