Super. Great. Perfect end to a perfect night.
She sighed, trying to pull up the little remaining steadiness in her nerves. Everything had already started on frustrating note and was tiring already, plenty of awkward small talk and forced smiles. And now this drink spill- disaster. Thank God, the fabric hadn't held the stain.
She glanced up into the mirror and froze. Urg! Not again. Anya was looming in the doorway, leaning casually against the doorframe. She had her usual, cat - like amusement that made Emilia's stomach twist.
She walked up beside her, both of them facing the mirror now. Anya's eyes drifted over Emilia's reflection after she pulled a lip gloss from her tiny bag.
'Okay, now she's following her in restrooms with a faux pretence of makeup reapply. Yep, not creepy at all.'
