When a Model and a Reporter Go Out...
Who: K-lee and Margaret
When: 7:00 p.m.
Where: Inn lobby, some restaurant
K-lee was starting to think that being in Scarlet Oak was like living on a roller coaster. First there were ups and then downs, curves that led to dates with pretty girls and then banks that ended with her ex's psychotic friends threatening her in front of store displays. Okay, that could probably be chalked up to karma biting her right in the ass like she deserved but she'd never admit to that. Mostly because she was getting into another one of the games that'd gotten her into trouble before. Sort of... not really. She didn't see the problem. Ada probably would. That's why she won't find out.
Which was why at seven she arrived in the lobby, mostly content with the outfit that she had decided on. Malo had been irritated that she'd gone with a small purse so he couldn't fit and hopped right out the window. K-lee wondered if maybe he'd be sulking for the rest of the night or if she'd return to him curled up amidst the clothes she'd tried on and then discarded as not just right. Because looking perfect wasn't just something she did because she felt like it, it was necessary. Now... where was Margaret?
When: 7:00 p.m.
Where: Inn lobby, some restaurant
K-lee was starting to think that being in Scarlet Oak was like living on a roller coaster. First there were ups and then downs, curves that led to dates with pretty girls and then banks that ended with her ex's psychotic friends threatening her in front of store displays. Okay, that could probably be chalked up to karma biting her right in the ass like she deserved but she'd never admit to that. Mostly because she was getting into another one of the games that'd gotten her into trouble before. Sort of... not really. She didn't see the problem. Ada probably would. That's why she won't find out.
Which was why at seven she arrived in the lobby, mostly content with the outfit that she had decided on. Malo had been irritated that she'd gone with a small purse so he couldn't fit and hopped right out the window. K-lee wondered if maybe he'd be sulking for the rest of the night or if she'd return to him curled up amidst the clothes she'd tried on and then discarded as not just right. Because looking perfect wasn't just something she did because she felt like it, it was necessary. Now... where was Margaret?