Meloni shakes her head, grinning. “Nonsense, you will do just fine. Now, I want you to stand tall, like this.” She straightens her back so tight, it curves in the middle.
Breasts push far forward. Stomach flattens. Shoulders relax. Hands hang at her sides. Head holds itself high in the air. She looks down at Sarah with her nose upturned.
Sarah studies Meloni’s body. “Like this?” She tries her best to mimic the stance.
Meloni claps a few times. “Good! Now try curtsying.”
Sarah nods, clasping her hands in front of her, and waits.
Meloni holds the tiniest bit of her skirts between her first finger and thumb, allowing the edge to hang above the floor. She slinks her right foot tight behind her left ankle, bends her knees, keeps her back straight and firm as she lowers herself towards the
