Like clockwork, Formal Court rolled back around. Which meant commissioning a new dress for the evening. Not that fashion meant anything to her, but with her status, she needed to look good.
This time, she went with red and black, with added leather details and pieces to make it stand out. Not as much ink could be seen, save for a couple on her chest, shoulders neck and face. But she didn’t need to always have them showing.
Gabriel opens the office door and holds it open for her to step into Court. But before she does, Cain and all his one hundred and fifty pounds of supernatural muscle step through. The Savage walks out behind him and stands in front of him, dark eyes looking over the room from her vantage point.
A nod of respect was offered to Jennifer Hazelton and the Reeve, Helen Kingsley . They were due respect not only for their stations, but their service to the Domain.
The new faces were glossed over, at this point, neither was her problem. And certainly not the one who didn’t know how to conduct himself or the proper language to use.
Stepping down, she lowers herself onto a couch, not within speaking distance. She wasn’t sure who she’d be speaking with this evening. Cain, followed and stood off to the side of her.