"Oh, yes," Victoria said with a hint of an unsure smile. A barely noticeable spark of intensity had filled the air around her, but she refused to think much of it. Instead, she shook it off, "North Carolina, born and raised." She had adopted the faint lazy accent in recent years, after she had married Frederick. It had been expected of her in the social circles of New York.
She turned and arched an eyebrow at Amy, who nodded thankfully. "Yes, I do believe I shall. If that is alright with you, of course." Fiddling anxiously with her own fingers, she nodded with every additional rule that Louisa set down. There was that tried and true aspect of her personality that tended toward docility, but there was something new in her blood, something that wanted to stay out late, something that wanted to invite men wherever she pleased. Stifling this, she continued to nod. "I do not mind one bit! In fact, I find that I keep company with men easier than with women. They're more easily amused!"