Uncultured

"I told you we shouldn't have let them leave! It's been more than an hour! Almost two hours! She's a small woman! Does she really need more than an hour to eat?" Charlotte complained. "This is all your fault!"

Mrs. Brooke snorted in response. She folded her arms across her chest and stared at the closed gates in front of her. An hour was not really too long to eat and she completely understood this. However, this woman next to her had been complaining about it for a few minutes now.

She closed her eyes as she let out a deep sigh. Being with Charlotte was so taxing, it is draining her mental capabilities. No wonder, Adalind hated her mother.

"This woman is too much. How could she let us wait outside of her house? Basic human courtesy— "

"It is her right not to let us in." Mrs. Brooke chimed in. "Her house. Her rules." She added, making sure to use the simplest words to make this woman understand her point.