Beauty answered the door with a glass of champagne and a smile that faltered through no act of will on her own. The truth was that the bright green suit recalled to mind a different time when she opened a different door at faced... the very same man.
But this time, she realized, it was different. The smile came back, though softer.
"I'm glad you came," she said, her eyes finding the handkerchief tucked into his breast pocket. Warmth finally made it back into her expression again, and this time she didn't have to force the smile. "I'm very glad you came."
She looked briefly past his shoulder for the man she'd known was close to him - the self-same man who had also had a hand in her torment. Jonathan Crane was not behind Edward, and didn't appear to be coming, despite his reservation. Too well-bred to ask, she simply pressed the champagne into Edward's hand and waved him inside.
"Please, won't you sit down?" she offered, gesturing toward the coucn and sitting area. "Do you know Logan and Megan?" she asked, as he walked over her threshold. "Logan, Megan," she announced to the room. "This is Edward Nigma."
She stayed at the door to continue to welcome guests, hoping that her friends wouldn't come to blows.