Morningstar Manor

Camilla had spotted the Irish pub next to the Manor the very first time she came to check the building out. That evening she'd stopped in for a drink and ending liking the place so much that the bar was one of the more compelling reasons why she decided to move into the Manor.

She hadn't stopped by since she moved into the building though, so Wednesday night she decided to rectify that. Sometime after eight-thirty, she walked in and looked around. Camilla was planning on meeting some friends for onion rings they shouldn't be eating, but they were usually late so it wasn't a surprise she didn't spot them.

Would Katharine Hepburn have Twittered?

This was what Camilla Moriarty wondered as she waited in line at the coffee shop in her new apartment building. The movers had come and gone that morning and she had an appointment with an interior decorator in the late afternoon. So as of right then she had some time to kill, and with it she pondered the pros and cons of social networking.

Twitter was a big deal; tons of people in the business were using it. Her publicist was urging her to give in to the trend, but Camilla still had her doubts. People like Ashton Kutcher weren't exactly well-respected actors, after all.

The line moved forward, but Camilla was too lost in thought, staring at one of the windows, to notice.