Azalea Evangeline Urquhart (divinerevival) wrote in theponsnovus, @ 2013-09-22 21:54:00 |
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It had been a wonderful day as far as she was concerned. Spending the afternoon with Fleur could generally make Gabrielle have a better outlook on life. Even after all these years, she doted on her sister the way she had as a child. It had helped that she made her some of her favorite French dishes. It would balance the dinner she was about to go partake in with her husband. The French cuisine was so light while the Italian was richer and rather hardy. She had brought an outfit change with her, and slipped into a blue silk dress back in a guest bedroom. The restaurant was not overly fancy, but it called for something more than the jeans and jumper she’d put on that morning. She had learned some quite useful charms over the years so she could wear her preferred silk without becoming too chilled, even in the crisp September air, but she still tossed a black wrap around her shoulders. Never one to leave the house without looking her best, she touched up her make-up and pulled her hair into a twist with a few long, silvery curls spilling stylishly to her shoulders. After bidding her sister goodbye and kissing her cheeks, she disapparated to meet Dennis at the restaurant they had chosen. Arriving in a nearby alley, she walked the short distance in silver heels, and met the hostess at the front of the restaurant. She was friendly, dressed in all black, but she smiled at Gabrielle in the way that a lot of women did…wondering who she had sold her soul to for the looks of a Veela. Spotting her husband as he arrived as well, her smile brightened. It had been too long since they had a night out together. |