The front row, she had decided, was the easiest place for Thomas to have to look to find her. Having accompanied him to the conference, Beauty chose to wait in the audience for him instead of going behind the stage. This way, she had told him, all he had to do was look down to see a smiling face.
True to her word, Beauty sat smiling up at him - warm encouragement as he started the conversation with the citizens she now understood he loved. As for herself, she had no questions for him -- not really. She was here in a friendship capacity only. After all, he came to her home every night; if she had any need to ask him anything, she'd do it at home.
One ankle tucked itself behind the other and she folded her white gloved hands over the delicate silk of her dress. She hadn't purchased this dress; it'd been whisked onto her bed one morning. Sometimes she wondered if Thomas could remember every thing he gave to her. To them. To the entire City. Did he have a memory like that? He learned well... but what did he remember?
Ah... it was a curiosity, nothing more. She stayed quiet, every now and then glancing around the room. There were so many who were standing instead of sitting. It was rather odd. In the sea of faces, she picked out many familiar ones. Some made her smile. Some made her turn back around and look up at Thomas again.