Avery looks around the gated grounds as she walks up to the doors of the building. A tall, blonde woman in glasses and a maroon gown appears. This is Miss Page.
Miss Page: Oh! You must be Miss March! You’re a little…
Miss Page pauses, searching for the words.
Miss Page: …Swarthier than I expected!
Avery stares up at her. She doesn’t know what to think, but she’s terribly intimidated.