With redhead now joining them and Victoria giving a wiggle of fingers to a nearby photographer, there would probably be something in the papers, the next day, about questions over her it could be. And when it came to the sort of publicity Victoria was trying to project, ambiguous controversy was very welcome.
Reaching the limousine with blacked-out windows, Vicky told the driver to head for her hotel, but to take a slow route. There was time to talk.
"Um, imagine you're coming out of the closet, I guess," the brunette mused, maknig sure she was snuggled up happily into her progeny. A happy little kiss bestowed to one shoulder, as she did so. "Deanna, what do you think? Star's, uh..." To tell or not to tell? Choosing a tactful decision, she figured it was best left up to the blonde, whether or not to speak of awakened ensoulment. "She's like me. Not so aggressive. In a confrontational way, at least."