damia ravin speaks fluent sarcasm (contrabandist) wrote in emillion, |
What a coincidence that the girl had appeared, looking so very familiar and confirming those suspicions with her words. Last they had met was at Reinholdt's ball not-- how long had it been? She couldn't recall, and didn't deem it necessary to. Raising her brows, Damia eyed the squire in the mirror and gave her a quick once over, taking in the gown (less ruffly, this time) and decidedly much fancier getup than hers. But then, that had been the point.
She didn't bother to lower her arms, working the hair tie around the end of her braid. "And a good evening to you, Lady Coulombe. Or will it be Juliette?" The arms fell, and the blonde politely sidestepped to allow the girl space at the mirror.