She stood up and waved her right hand briefly in order to motion her cousin to approach the table she was sitting on. There was a bottle of an untagged wine and one goblet of his side, on hers there was an empty glass with an olive at the bottom and a paper umbrella on top. Elaine Belloc didn’t look any different from before she left. Same modern fashionable but comfortable clothes, her black hair was still short and her lips always greeted him with a smile. Her eyes weren’t longer blind; they were dark and filled with warmth.
How deceitful appearances could be, when everything about her had changed and would never be the same.
She didn’t want to think about it (although, she couldn’t help it when her awareness slipped out her skin and everything filled her as she filled everything) as she talked with him. Elaine had wanted to keep this a tearful family meeting or something like that, considering how unusual her relatives were.