Catherine stands perfectly still, hands folded neatly before her, eyes lowered in quiet submission. The weight of expectation presses upon her like a shadow, the ever-watchful gaze of their parents ensuring she does not falter. No warmth, no familiarity—only duty. Her voice is steady, emotion carefully restrained.
Catherine: I am ready, Mistress. What would you have me do?
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