The tea shop was a neat and dainty place, with roses in vases on the table, a tempting array of cakes in the window and a cheerful fire in the grate. Brisk and smiling waitresses are bustling about the place delivering tea and cake to the tables of genteel looking ladies and gentleman filling the place.
Valentina looks a little out of place, her solemn black mourning gown garnering her sympathetic glances which she's ignoring as she sits waiting for her guests to arrive. She's managed to wangle an out of the way table in a corner and has seated herself facing the door. There's a pot of tea, gently steaming in front of her and three dainty cups set out at the table.
A few tables away, the observant watcher will notice Ancilla Noel Hamlyn, carefully positioned between Valentina and the door, yet far enough away to allow a pretense of privacy.