“Cora…” Is the first thing that leaves the Donna’s lips as she walks into the living where Cora is standing with her arms crossed nervously. She turns around quickly to look at Donna Aleia in a startled manner, jumping slightly and fearing whatever consequences she might face for listening in on the Donna’s meeting...
“Hey, Donna…” She mutters as she eyes Donna Aleia. Donna Aleia today is dress in a long-sleeved black dress, a slight dip in her cleavage as most of her clothes would have, paired with shiny black heels and a pointed tip. Her straightened hair is flowing down against her back as some fall on her shoulders, her makeup done lightly today considering it’s going to be a long day and she doesn’t want to feel uncomfortable after wearing it for so long.
Donna Aleia lifts her head
