Alice fidgeted on the sofa, unable to sit still. She still wasn't quite used to sitting so properly.
"As long as you're sitting on the sofa, Alice, you can be a bit more relaxed. No need to be so formal," Hill turned and smiled at her.
Marsha thought for a moment without saying anything more.
Alice was already close to being a demigod herself. She could learn some etiquette, but she didn't need to follow all of it.
Moreover, because she had once been a cat, Alice's movements were both agile and graceful, so as long as she didn't do anything too crude, it would be fine.
The noble ladies' rules were indeed unsuitable to bind Alice. Marsha sighed softly but still felt she needed to teach her some manners when facing outsiders.
