Jennifer was pleased that the phone call had set up an evening entertainment and a prelude of conversation in rather rapid time. She did so love the meritocracy of the First Estate, yet there were times the formal letter writing seemed stiff...
Jennifer dressed in a tailored A line dress in high quality fabric, emerald green with a black lace overly on the capelet. It was perfectly tailored to her form, with a matching dark green capelet with clapsed collar that coveredher gruesome mark of the Embraceneck. This was the debut of the dress, in case the Alder Duchess, Priscus of the Daeva and Judex of the Invictus spotted the pair tonight. The Duchess would recognize the work of the tailor that Mr. Jack had extended at the last meeting of the Invictus. The Nosfertu wore black evening gloves and carried a small black clutch. If someone was watching when she arrived, she did pause and drop off a knife sheathe at weapons check.
Her dark brown hair was wrapped into a French Twist, held in place with invisble pins and a pin holding a single live bloom of the Blue Convolvulus flower. She took a seat and awaited the arrival of Mr. Smith.