Out for dinner Who: Lila and Zaviar Where: Fine restaurant When: Evening
It delighted Lila to no end that she'd managed to get a dinner with Zaviar. With good intentions. As good of intentions as someone like her could ever really be said to have. She'd meant it when she told Madeleine that she wanted to get to know him since he happened to be the one responsible for impregnating her daughter (for which she wanted to thank him). There was the additional bit that he was fun to stare at and she'd gotten a little tired of constantly seeing nothing but her reflection, Martie, Althea and Madeleine. No, no that wasn't quite true or fair. She was never actually tired of her own reflection.
Putting the finishing touches on her make-up, Lila left the room that she'd turned into her own and walked down the stairs to take a seat in the room nearest the door. It wasn't that she was anxious so much as she'd deliberately taken a little longer to get ready. Zaviar had said that he'd been there at around seven and it was now seven-thirty. It was, after all, a ladies' prerogative to take longer than necessary to make sure that everything was right and ready for a dinner. It was not a man's place to be half an hour late. Lila was going to have to explain that to Zaviar since it seemed that he hadn't had the proper upbringing, and then ask Madeleine why she hadn't said anything to him about it before. Unless he was never late for her and was deliberately doing this to irritate her because she'd set his shirt on fire the other night and looked at him 'like a piece of meat' as someone had so eloquently put it.
If that was the case then it really wouldn't go any better for him than if it was any other reason. Lila Gray wasn't the sort of woman who stood for being made to wait. The fact that she'd have made him wait if he arrived on time was completely irrelevant. Irrelevant. Something was going to start smoking if a car didn't drive up any minute now.