damia ravin speaks fluent sarcasm (contrabandist) wrote in emillion, |
Audrey having such a polite sister was baffling. Politeness, in general, was enough to turn one's stomach, particularly after several drinks. Smiling secretively in the mirror, Damia pivoted on her heel, arms falling back to her side. "Nothing but another glass of champagne," she admitted quite truthfully. "But I wouldn't dare ask that of you, my lady." Was this girl even old enough to drink champagne, let alone carry it around? But ah, perhaps nobles started young.
A booted foot moved toward the door. "I should take my leave, but I suspect I shall see you around. After all--" she paused next to Juliette, smile widening "--this city can be so small."
And then, Damia was gone.