"Ma'am, the young master said he'll be here in about half an hour," the butler announced in his usual composed tone. Dressed in his classic black-and-white uniform with silver cufflinks, he stood tall and dignified at the entrance of the sunlit drawing room. His polished black shoes made no sound on the marble floor, and his posture was as disciplined as ever.
The woman seated on the plush cream loveseat barely looked up from the fashion magazine she was flipping through. Wearing a silk blouse the color of rose gold and a diamond brooch that shimmered at her collar, the elderly lady looked every bit the regal matriarch she was known to be. Her silver hair was pulled into a low bun, not a single strand out of place, and her long manicured fingers tapped against the edge of the glossy magazine.
