Samantha didn't like to be made to wait. It may have had entirely more to do with the fact that she didn't like law enforcement, but the fact that they were the reason she had to wait compounded matters. She'd had to show her ID five times on the way in, twice to the front gate security and then again at every check point. She glanced across the room at the dinner plate sized wall clock, which was partly obscured by a grate of thin metal bars; presumably even time was on probation in this place. The sooner she did her job and got out of there, the better.
They'd set her at a table in an over sized room, with nothing better to do than to tug at the hem of her skirt and stare at the door out of which her intended would appear. She'd been disciplined enough to go with basic black...almost. Her dress had a borderline scandalous neckline and white damask patterns over the length, which almost reached her knee. She shifted her eyes unkindly toward the man standing sentinel in the room with her and sighed.