by Valentina Audley » Mon Jan 20, 2020 8:05 pm
Valentina, because old habits die hard, takes a moment to enjoy the view, smiling wickedly as she does so. Then, she takes the waistcoat and the spell is broken.
She holds it to the light, then smoothes it on her lap, hastily shoving the ties aside and tracing the pattern with a delicate finger. She then stands suddenly and locating the nearest sketch book and pencil, sitting back down and sketching furious, copying the pattern with a practiced hand. She's hummming softly as she does so and appears to have forgotten her guests entirely, lost to her art.
Only proper in public darling...