It was inconvenient. She didn’t mind the weather. Not usually. She loved storms. What she didn’t love was the feeling of being contained, trapped in one place. Her bodyguard refused to let her go aboveground. Too unsafe, he'd said. Even if she was immune, he couldn’t allow her to take that risk. She normally wouldn’t have listened to him, but she knew he was right. It was an unnecessary danger.
Unfortunately, it also made her increasingly bored. Arms folded against her chest, Arden leant against the wall, watching the rain fall softly. She wanted to be out there, but her bodyguard was watching her like a hound. He was far enough away to give her the privacy she needed, hidden well within the shadows. Always there, but never seen. It was easy for her to forget he was there since she was used to the constant presence.
It was the life of a Donna.
Her expression was impassive as she continued to stare out into the rain, but then he showed up – the topolino. Even though she had last seen him in the darkness of the night, she didn’t forget his face. She’d made a promise after all. It was also a delightful surprise to see him come down here.
“Is the topolino lost or has he finally come home?” She asked, a vague smile beginning to make its way onto her face.