Melinda’s POV
The next day, Stephanie officially joined the class of interns, which meant it probably wasn’t a coincidence that it was also their first day of etiquette lessons.
I had spent the evening before going over the curriculum with a growing sense of dread. We were to learn perfect posture and be able to recite noble genealogy. We were to have impeccable table manners (Who knew there were so many different types of spoons?) and be able to serve in the French, Russian, American, and family styles. We were to be able to dance in several ballroom genres, including the waltz, the two-step, and the tango.
We were to speak well and know just what topics were and weren’t acceptable in various situations. We were to learn the basics of giving a speech and proposing a toast. We were to k
