Bella Donna Boudreaux loves cooking and murder (poisonwine) wrote in utr_logs,
Belle frowns at the door. And then realization dawns on her.
Shit.
She looks at the living room, with it's assortment of pizza boxes, and then at her bedroom, with it's rumpled sheets and sighs. This was classy. Oh well.
She at least ran a brush through her hair before answering the door. "Bonjour, cher."