Danica sighed, then combed her hair out, letting the lose curls fall about her shoulders. She found some magical hair spray that tamed the whisps with only a few squirts, and then pinned back a lock of hair with one of the jeweled hair pins from her updo.
Standing she looked at her reflection. She looked rather nice. It wasn’t usually how she had her hair for such formal events but... she did look beautiful, dramatic actually. Perhaps Ciceron would not notice. She then got to work hiding the marks from the fangs before setting out to find her husband.
Everything felt different now. She could feel some guilt growing, now that she was back in reality. The lights seemed so bright, as though they could expose her sins to all. But at the same time... there was also a lightness to her step and a secret smile on her lips. She couldn’t regret her actions. Not yet...
It was quite aways into the night now when she finally found him in the gardens. He was just taking leave of a friend, or business associate , she didn’t much care which, and was turning when he clearly spotted her.
She stood there a moment, cleared her throat, then approaching him slowly she said, “Have you cooled off enough that I can talk to you in a reasonable tone?”
One would think that nothing had happened from the way she held herself. She arched a brow at him. He was the one that should be feeling guilt... At least her look indicated as much.