Mahua dragged her suitcase into the mansion's foyer area and looked around, pulling up her notes on her phone and peering at them through her glasses. She probably should have dressed warmer, but it wasn't that cold when she left home to start the trip here. At least, she thought, I had the good sense not to wear a sari as mother had suggested. She was wearing fairly typical western clothing and had her hair braided in one long braid that ran down to the small of her back. She was, of course, in entirely the wrong place, but didn't seem aware of that yet.
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