Cassandra’s apartment complex is an okay, but kinda shady looking building, but oddly off the beaten path. You go down an odd series of streets to go down that if you didn’t have a GPS to guide you, might have caused you to lose your way. The building is tall, but they’ve been instructed to go to the 3rd floor, apartment 308.
Inside, Cassandra has been preparing a little meal. Nothing too crazy, just a lasagna. She hoped it would turn out well. She needed it to. It would be embarrassing if it didn’t. Of course, she was screwed via ingredients. Damn Hedge. Normally, she’d have used the best ingredients she could have gotten, but she had to rely on what she had. She couldn’t even make real garlic bread like she had wanted to due to having barely any flour left. I knew I should’ve done that shopping trip earlier.
She sighs. Am I being too domestic? She didn’t even want to consider it. This was a meal and meeting for friends and she wanted it to be perfect, perfect ingredients or no. There was also something about hosting that made her want to deck out like this.
As she is cleaning up a memory does hit her. Strong arms around her waist and a kiss to her cheek. “Why are you working so hard, love? It’s just Blodwen.” She sighs a bit. She didn’t need to be thinking about that again. Let me just get through one evening in peace. Every day those memories bother her less and less. Perhaps it was the talk with John, getting it all out, or maybe it was the talk with Sera, reminiscing on the good times, or maybe it was the slight break down with Yamiyo, singing the wrong song and screwing it up, that helped. Either way, she was settling into being alone. Every day, she felt more and more like Cassandra Reeding - Cassandra Moore slowly fading into just an alternate identity.
She gazes over at her cello, brand new and perfectly crafted. She had been more than pleased with it, particularly the work on the scroll. Perhaps she’d get to show it off tonight. She hadn’t gotten to play it for anyone yet. That excited her.
Her outfit this evening is a black and gray, sleeveless dress with a scoop neckline and runic symbols that comes to about mid-thigh. Beneath it, she has on a pair of black opaque tights. Makeup is light tonight, just eyeliner and a tinted red lip balm to give her some color. Not that she needed it, she just liked the way it looked. Her long, scarlet hair is down with a slight curl, however they already seem to be falling out. Her hair never did hold curls.
When everything is ready, she sits down on her couch, leaning back. It had been a lot of hard work putting this together, but it was going to be worth it.