USURPED
Farrow introduced her, "will oversee your etiquette, history, and comportment until she deems you presentable in public."
Madame Vosk was a small, birdlike woman with so much powder on her face that she looked like she'd been dusted with flour. Her wig was piled so high it looked like it might fall over. She looked at Jade like a butcher inspecting meat. She took Jade's hands and lifted them, turning them over as if checking something she wasn't quite satisfied with.
"Stand," she said, without wasting time.
Jade stood, biting back a smile at the woman's huge wig. It swayed a little whenever she moved her head, like it had a life of its own.