Re: Alyssa | Damien
Alyssa presided over formal events back home and here too. Usually they involved the museum in Madison, though. The Netherling knew Damien complicated her life, and she truly hoped nobody ever made her choose. Fucking hell, those damn flowers and quote made her like Damien a whole hell of a lot more than she planned. Gods help Kol, though, if he ruined this event. Dealing with one angry sister would suck enough for him, but both of them? Of course, she would never tell her brother not to come to an event and knew he loved to show off Allison, so they might appear.
"Juste à temps,"she commented with a smile, drinking in everything about Damien in his suit. "Merci. Vous avez l'air fringant, bien sûr."
The kiss to her knuckles brought a smile to her face and she leaned up to kiss his cheek, before taking his arm, hand resting on his forearm. "Oui s'il te plaît." Damien in that outfit did a lot of things to Alyssa and she only barely resisted the urge to rip off his suit. She assumed he could hear the uptick in her heartbeat.
"Drink first?" she asked, reverting to English as they entered the museum. "You can try one of the specialty cocktails, but my sister and Claudia ensure we always have bourbon available." Alyssa noticed Bex and Marcel, waving at both of them and mouthing You look spectacular at her sister, but knew they were technically working. Marcel arched his eyebrow at her date but returned the wave. Unfortunately for Kol and Alyssa, Marcel had been at the house when Kol returned her home after she went Mother Nature on their asses, so Marcel knew exactly what happened.