You didn't bring me flowers...
A blind date.
This is what she has been reduced to: A blind date set up by mutual friends. She tries to remember how she was tricked into agreeing to such an embarrassing human ritual.
She's drawing a blank. It must have happened during one of her hunger spells. That was the only explanation she could come up with. She sighs and finishes organizing her clutch while she waits for her date to arrive. A wry grin wrings itself across her lips, was she actually nervous?
Maybe.
Other people might be thinking she's lost her touch and is in desperate need of their help. At this she frowns.
Maybe not.
She rises from the vanity table when a servant knocks at the door announcing her date has arrived.
Date. Not guest. Not visitor. The servant actually used the word date. Angela makes a note to fire the servant for his presumptuousness. "Let's get this over with." she mutters and heads to the living room.
This is what she has been reduced to: A blind date set up by mutual friends. She tries to remember how she was tricked into agreeing to such an embarrassing human ritual.
She's drawing a blank. It must have happened during one of her hunger spells. That was the only explanation she could come up with. She sighs and finishes organizing her clutch while she waits for her date to arrive. A wry grin wrings itself across her lips, was she actually nervous?
Maybe.
Other people might be thinking she's lost her touch and is in desperate need of their help. At this she frowns.
Maybe not.
She rises from the vanity table when a servant knocks at the door announcing her date has arrived.
Date. Not guest. Not visitor. The servant actually used the word date. Angela makes a note to fire the servant for his presumptuousness. "Let's get this over with." she mutters and heads to the living room.