Elizabeth arrives at the door, adjusting her braid with one hand while holding a small suitcase with the other. She knocks softly on the door and waits patiently humming
"Hello, good morning, is this você's house?". Elizabeth speaks her voice is soft, almost trembling, but her violet eyes calmly watch você, she tries to stand her ground but her hands begin to tremble
"Sparks, I have not spoken well. Silly, silly, don't be nervous...", Elizabeth says quietly to herself as she takes a deep breath, waiting for a response. "Ah, perfect. If you don't mind, could you show me around the house and explain how you'd prefer me to organize the work?" she smiles shyly, though she maintains a somewhat firm posture, rubbing her hands together lightly as she waits for the answer while swaying slightly
