Being a dhampir had definite advantages. You had the srength, stamina, and almsot everything else a vampire had... but with none of the weaknesses. In other words, when Stephanie Whitmore walked into the Sugar Shack... she really needed nothing to help with her energy. No... she just wanted a Frap because she looooved the taste.
Wearing a little black knee-length skirt, a frilly pink-and-black blouse, and her trademark black bowler hat, the sweet brunette took a seat not far from Lilly. She hadn't really noticed the girl, which is why she didn't get nervous and run away. As she'd just audtioned recently in front of her, she was sort of a ball of nerves right now.