Critique this short excerpt from my story please?

So this is a piece from somewhere near the beginning-middle of my story. It's probably the most boring piece I've written for it so far, but the second half of this scene (which I hadn't yet written) will be crucial, so I wanted your guys' opinions on this first part. I know it's a bit vague so far, the real stuff (with dialogue and everything) will come after this when they are in the house. Comment/critique on anything and everything, but also, what impressions do you get of Adele and Jacqueline?



































Ad猫le DuPont cried at her father鈥檚 funeral. Surrounded by her uncle and cousins, she sat in the front row of pews observing the ceremony, and tears trickled down her face. This left her eyes suitably red and tearstained for the many condolences she received following. Men and women of all levels of class and importance 鈥?strangers and familiar faces alike 鈥?approached her for etiquette鈥檚 sake to express their sympathy. She nodded and thanked them with sad charm from beneath her sheer black veil as they made their rounds.





Jacqueline Bouvier, always nearby Ad猫le at such public appearances, sat behind her in the pews and stood beside her afterward. She knew it was all an act. Everything was an act with Ad猫le, but even Jacqueline never knew how much so it was.





The formalities drew on until they finally left the church for the two black Rolls-Royces awaiting them in front of the building. Ad猫le and Jacqueline got in the first one, and the rest of their household followed in the second. The muggy Paris heat had already infiltrated the Rolls-Royce, and Jacqueline thought how she much preferred carriages as she watched the outskirts of the city zoom by. Ad猫le sat silent beside her; Jacqueline knew better than to broach a conversation.





A quarter of an hour later they had arrived back at the townhouse. Though almost foreign to her young mistress, to whom it now belonged, it was home to Jacqueline. Ad猫le was not one to stay in a single place for long, and her past endeavors had suited mobility regardless. But all that was over now. Jacqueline didn鈥檛 bother pondering the possible effects of Charles DuPont鈥檚 death and Ad猫le鈥檚 homecoming; she only knew they would be monumental.





(.....and then they'll go into the house and stuff will happen before scene ends)|||I think it's good. You write well, that's easy enough to tell. The only thing is, you don't have to keep specifying that the car is a Rolls Royce. You can mention the brand of the car once and then refer to it as "the car."





I get the sense that Jacqueline and Adele are sisters; Jacqueline, in my mind, seems to be the older one, both because the house is now hers- normally possessions go to the oldest child if there is no spouse- and also because her personality seems to be more level-headed, grounded and responsible.