Evangeline walks into her room, flopping down on the bed with a sigh.
Was this really a smart idea? It had occurred to her at first as a reasonable opportunity. Otto Vann, was smart, rich, and well connected. Even a bit dashing when he wished to be, as rare as that was. He was still a man though, and a Syndicate man at that.
Perhaps she'd let her guard down. Their long talks on subjects both personal and practical had left her feeling comfortable around him. She remembered mirthfully even now, their first meeting, when she had spit on him for his Syndicate status. Now, ironically the same status that was helping her cause.
Still though... the Ball? With him? She still wasn't sure if the thought brought anxiety or excitement, perhaps both.
Evangeline sits for a moment, then laughs. "If I'm going to lose my way, I might as well look good doing it." Then, hopping up, she begins looking through her effects, wondering what she might wear.
Was this really a smart idea? It had occurred to her at first as a reasonable opportunity. Otto Vann, was smart, rich, and well connected. Even a bit dashing when he wished to be, as rare as that was. He was still a man though, and a Syndicate man at that.
Perhaps she'd let her guard down. Their long talks on subjects both personal and practical had left her feeling comfortable around him. She remembered mirthfully even now, their first meeting, when she had spit on him for his Syndicate status. Now, ironically the same status that was helping her cause.
Still though... the Ball? With him? She still wasn't sure if the thought brought anxiety or excitement, perhaps both.
Evangeline sits for a moment, then laughs. "If I'm going to lose my way, I might as well look good doing it." Then, hopping up, she begins looking through her effects, wondering what she might wear.
