You know, it was bad enough growing up with three redoubtable dowager aunts with definite and outdated ideas about what I should or shouldn't be doing with my life. Having inherited another three here is more than anyone should have to put up with. Honestly, it doesn't end. That's improper, think about the dignity of the house, don't be so unladylike, some things never go out of fashion, be on your best behavior, be sure to attend such and such event, be sure to talk to Prince So-and-so of Wherever, don't be sarcastic... Am I ten years old again and just didn't notice? Suddenly I remember why I caused so much trouble when I was growing up. It was the only way to keep my sanity.
Well, I never paid more attention to Tia, Celly, or Rouge than I absolutely had to, and they actually were relations. Damned if I'll humor these old bats.