She lifted her hand to run it through her hair, then dropped it back to her side before she could ruin the work she’d put into her hairdo. Though Sigyn was beginning to wonder if her efforts had been wasted. What was the point in spending hours on your appearance, coifing and curling, fluffing and primping, picking out just the right outfit, if there was no one to see it?
It wasn’t as though she’d simply shuffled through her closet either. She had gone shopping specifically for tonight, searching for a dress that would be casual, comfortable and warm enough. Despite the Mediterranean location, it was still the end of December. She’d had to reject a number of dresses that had truly caught her eye as being unsuitable. Alright, she hadn’t truly rejected all of them; she had three new ensembles now hanging in her closet, waiting for warmer weather. But still it had taken a bit of searching to find just the right thing to wear.
The midnight blue silk wrap dress with fluttery butterfly sleeves was probably still not the most appropriate thing to wear given the climate. But it wasn’t some spaghetti-strapped scrap of fabric, and she had purchased a shawl to go with it. And truly, she looked very lovely in it. At least, she’d thought so. But at the moment, she had no appreciative eyes looking at her to confirm that theory. Glancing down at her dress, she smoothed her hand across the smooth material covering her stomach and decided that it could not have been Hedylogos that had given her the invitation. He would not have made her wait.
Pothos, then. Well the erote was late, and Sigyn wasn’t intending to wait all night for him. He was getting another ten minutes, and then she was going to… going to… Well, she wasn’t entirely certain just what she was going to do, but she wasn’t going to be standing here waiting. There had to be a party or a celebration or two in Nice, perhaps in one of the other squares, or at that lovely hotel that was lit so well it had nearly been glowing. Surely there was something going on, because it would be utterly depressing to have to return home after getting so excited about the evening. She was going to have fun tonight, date or no date.
She looked up at the clock yet again, judging just how late her date was now. Movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention, and she very nearly ignored it. After all, there were a number of dark suits wandering through the square, so it wasn’t that far out of place. But something, something more than her visual sense, tugged at her to take a closer look. Despite her certainty that it couldn’t be Pothos, Sigyn found herself turning her head to look, and her breath caught in her throat.
Of all the things she had expected to see, her husband, in a suit, was very near the bottom of the list. Her mouth dropped open in surprise before her face lit with an involuntary smile that was nearly blinding. She could not have prevented it had she even been aware that she was beaming. There was no way to stop the happiness that bubbled up inside her to spill over to her features. Loki. Her husband. He was her date. And he looked… her eyes drank him in, a soft sigh escaping her smiling lips. He looked good.
But rather than fling herself at him like some school girl with a crush, even if she really wanted to, Sigyn tilted her head to the side and took a step closer. Eyes twinkling with delight and mischief, she greeted him. “Well, hello. Fancy meeting you here. Small world, isn’t it? You wouldn’t happen to be here to meet your New Year’s Eve date, would you? Because I think mine may have stood me up.”