“What are you working on now?” “A bust of my mother.” The woman’s smile was quick. “How wonderful. Do I know your family? I am Henrietta Montalba, by the way.” Louise committed the name to memory. Surely, this woman was one she wanted to be acquainted with—her talent and personality were both delightful. “I am Louise,” she said, leaving off the princess title purposely. “Nice to meet you, Louise. Welcome to the school.” Henrietta held out her hand, and Louise shook it, still feeling bemused.
