Ava had been rather consumed with curiosity when the original offer had come through, and she'd had her assistant send a response promptly. She had enjoyed the editorial by the same local designer, and she hadn't been lying when she'd dictated in her email that she supported vampire rights. Though she was always conscious of her position in the public's eyes as Hollywood's darling child, the fact remained that she wasn't a child, and she was as concerned with the government's encroachment upon her right to live as any other adult with business enterprises and finances to protect. Particularly in the age of technology, with new security features being developed every day. It wouldn't be as easy to conduct business through proxies or false identities as it had been when she'd first gained her freedom.
Ava arrived promptly on time, having decided on taking a car rather than flying. She was here for a wardrobe fitting; she doubted Whisper had factored space for wings into her design, and calling out - or putting away - her wings was a messy, bloody business. Hardly the thing to do when trying on clothes that would eventually be donated to charity. Entering the house, she allowed herself to be directed upstairs by the girl who was clearly waiting on arrivals to do just that. The waiting area was quaint, though Ava didn't typically make a habit of spending much time in anyone's waiting room.
All the same, she was here to play nice, so she settled herself in a chair, legs crossed at the knee, and awaited whatever would come next.