Who: Contessa Avery & Alexander Greengrass When: Backdated to Tuesday Why: She promised him dinner Where: Her place Rating: TBD In Progress
Contessa had spent the morning getting the house ready for her visitor. She'd actually gone home. Now that her physical wounds were healed, and her emotional ones were mostly gone, she was feeling better. As long as she didn't think about her Cousin. He worried her with his lessons and she wasn't sure what to do with him anymore. She knew better than to argue and fight with him, though. It just wasn't worth it. She'd go along with things because in the end? It kept everyone but her happy.
She'd dyed her hair red for the night, because she was feeling like a change, and wore a cream sheath dress to compliment it. Her eyes sparkled as she laid the table with a roast chicken, fresh homemade stuffing, a bowl of creamy garlic mashed potatoes and a bottle of red wine. She stepped back to look over her table and nodded to herself. It looked good. Her house had been cleaned top to bottom, and not a speck of dust remained. It was bare of most 'familiar' decorations people had in their houses, nary a photo in sight, although there were two paintings on the dining room wall. Nothing major, though, to remind people she was from old money, and had wealth. It looked barely lived in, which, though, it was.