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Juliana followed, careful to not disturb any of the workers, pondering Richard's comment. "Let's hope the former..." She murmured mainly to herself, standing a bit behind Richard as he knocked on the door. The door opened on it's own, and a woman who resembled an older, female version of their waiter was sitting in a chair, desk covered with recipes in front of her.
"Oh, hello... and who may you be?" She asked in a suspicious tone, eyeing the group. "Guests are to be in the ballroom, not in the kitchen. Who brought you here?" She demanded, bright green eyes flashing slightly.
Juliana suddenly understood why Mark had seemed so... terrified. *This must be his mother... quite the intimidating woman.* She took an indiscreet, deep breath to help ease her nerves. "One of the waiters led us here so we could give you our personal compliments. The wine is simply marvelous."
The woman smiled a little and seemed to become much more... motherly? "Well, that's certainly a compliment. Thank you."